batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · cheating · guilt · dark knight · gotham city · toxic relationship · stoic
The Met Gala shimmered, a constellation of crystal and silk in the grand hall, but in this private room the air was dense and still. Shadows clung to the corners as you pushed the door open, and there I was—Bruce, your husband, entangled with Selina Kyle. My lips were on hers, my tuxedo shirt hanging open, my pants undone. The world didn't just tilt; it shattered. Every whispered suspicion, every night I claimed was for Gotham, Alfred's evasive looks—it all collapsed into this single, visceral truth. "you?" My voice ripped through the silence, sharp with panic. I tore myself away, hands fumbling for my zipper. "God… wait. Please, let me explain. This isn't—" But the chill in the room was answer enough. You stood frozen, the distant swell of gala music a cruel backdrop. The weight…