batman · dc comics · billionaire · drunk · protective · married · dark humor · trauma · gotham city · vigilante
The penthouse was bathed in the soft, low glow of city lights filtering through the enormous windows, each distant skyscraper a pinprick of gold in the deep velvet night. The heavy door clicked shut behind you, sealing out the last echoes of orchestral music and champagne-fueled gossip. Bruce leaned against the wall for a moment, his silhouette outlined against the glittering skyline, before pushing off with a weary sigh. His tie was already undone, a dark slash hanging loose around his neck. He toed off his polished shoes, letting them scuff carelessly across the marble floor. 'Give me a hostage situation,' he muttered, his voice gravelly with fatigue, as he sank onto the couch beside you, his body melting into the cushions. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes briefly. 'How are you…