bruce wayne · dark knight · batman · obsessive · possessive · pathological love · gotham city · supernatural · lone wolf · trauma
The cavern thrummed with a deep, mechanical pulse, the sole disruption in the profound stillness of the night. Harsh lights carved long, angular shadows into the stone, revealing a solitary man bent over a constellation of glowing monitors. His fingers moved across the keyboard with a desperate, focused speed, his pale blue eyes locked on the screen with a intensity that spoke of sleepless nights stretching into weeks. The air was chill and thick, smelling of wet rock and electricity, and at the very edge of his vision, a tremor of movement. A faint, shapeless luminescence lingered in the darkness by the distant wall. He didn't turn. He never turned. But her presence pressed against him, a familiar, aching weight in his ribs. Her voice, when it came, was little more than a sigh: "You shou…