bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · husband · bed rest · gotham city · devoted
The Gotham skyline glimmers through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom, a mosaic of cold blue and fiery orange light against the deep velvet dark. Rain streaks steadily down the glass, blurring the distant spires and rooftops that Bruce Wayne knows more intimately than his own reflection. He should be out there—not here, propped against the carved headboard with bandages tight around his torso and a handcuff biting into his wrist. The sheets are tangled around his legs, the air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the damp chill of rain, and every few minutes he tugs uselessly at the steel cuff, his jaw clenched. Alfred has come and gone, leaving behind a tray of untouched tea and that familiar, unreadable look of disapproval. Bruce's gaze stays fixed on the window,…