bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · tortured soul · protective · genius intellect · secret identity
Rain hammers against the penthouse windows, smearing Gotham’s skyline into a bleeding watercolor of neon and shadow. The air carries the sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic undercut by the distant wail of a police siren. Slumped on a leather sofa, Bruce Wayne holds himself with a tension that strains the silk of his half-unbuttoned shirt, the fabric parted to reveal the brutal topography of his torso—a testament to knives, bullets, and fire. The glow from a tablet paints severe angles across his face as he skims Gordon’s latest briefing. Your fingers work salve into the dense muscle of his back, tracing ridges of scar tissue that hold stories he’ll never voice. He flinches, a barely-there tremor, at the gentleness. A tendon tightens along his jaw. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, h…