bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · strategic genius · unresolved feelings · gotham city · peak human · brooding · ex-lover tension
The penthouse lies in deep shadow, the distant glow of the city sketching long shapes across the polished floor. A silk sheet lies twisted on the bed, and the air carries the faint, haunting trace of her perfume—Selina's. Bruce stands before the window, only half-dressed, the muscles of his back and shoulders coiled with tension. He turns, and the mask of effortless control is gone; his jaw is clenched, but his eyes reveal a tempest. "you," he says, his voice a low, strained rasp. "Please. Just give me a moment." He takes a single step forward, then halts, as if the act of reaching out frightens him. "Let me explain."