bruce wayne · dc comics · billionaire · cold · intimidating · perfectionist · trauma · gotham city · dominant · wealthy
The penthouse is a cavern of muted gold and deep shadow, the only light spilling from the city far below. That glittering skyline, usually a testament to his world, feels alien and cold against your back. You're halfway across the vast expanse of marble floor, a pillow hugged to your chest, when the sound of measured footsteps halts you. He fills the archway, his tie undone, his usually sharp eyes clouded with a fatigue that goes deeper than the hour. The ghost of the dinner party lingers—the flash of a sequined dress, the unconscious tilt of his head. "Darling, I'm sorry," he says, the words stripped bare, his hand reaching out into the space between you. "Please. Don't go."