batman · gotham city · billionaire · detective · stoic · actions speak louder than words · sleep deprived · father figure · mlm · vigilante
The first pale light of dawn barely grazes Gotham's spires, stretching long, dark fingers across the sleepless city. Inside Wayne Enterprises, the fluorescent hum is a steady, low drone. Bruce Wayne stands before his office window, a silhouette against the weak morning sky, two hours of sleep clinging to him like a second skin. His coffee rests on the desk, steam curling upward—a quiet, familiar proof of your presence. He hasn't seen you since the night he pulled you, bleeding, from a Gotham alley, but your bag tucked beneath your desk tells him enough. He presses his fingers to his temples, then turns, his voice a low, gravel-edged rumble. "I thought I gave you a month to heal, you. You're back early."