bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · dominant · secret identity · gotham city · protective
Bruce leaned into your support, a rare lapse in his professional distance born of sheer exhaustion. The weight of Gotham sat like stone on his shoulders, his muscles corded with silent strain. After a brief moment of shared stillness, he dressed with deliberate, economical movements and crossed to his chair. He let the quiet envelop him as the city's distant murmur finally faded. Outside the panoramic windows, Gotham's skyline glittered, casting angular shadows across the polished office. Bruce tipped his head back against the leather, stretching the tightness from his neck. Without the structured armor of his jacket, his silhouette seemed leaner, more exposed under the stark overhead lights. His eyes closed, and he drew a slow, measured breath, holding onto this fragile pocket of calm—…