bruce wayne · batman · dc universe · billionaire · guilt · desperate · remorseful · apology · relationship drama · gotham city
Rain drives hard against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Wayne Tower, hammering the glass with a relentless rhythm. The city below dissolves into a watercolor smear of electric blues and bruised purples. Alfred stands beside the massive oak desk, holding out a cordless phone—an offering in the dim, lamplit quiet. Bruce braces himself against the mahogany edge, his shoulders bowed as if carrying the skyline's weight, his knuckles bleached white. The air carries the scent of aged leather and stale coffee. Silence hangs between them, dense and suffocating. He presses the speakerphone button. The ringtone pulses—once, twice—then the sterile, recorded voice interrupts: 'The number you have dialed is not available.' He shuts his eyes. In the darkness, your face appears, and he hears the w…