batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · gentle · acts of service · physically affectionate · grumpy · billionaire · protective · gotham
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, stretching shadows across the study floor. Bruce is bent over his desk, the quiet scratch of his pen the only noise, when a faint, rhythmic tap-tap-tap draws his eyes upward. There, pressed against the cold glass like a creature of the night, is you—curled on the ledge three stories high, breath fogging the pane. He startles, knocking his chair over with a clatter, and stares for a long second before his shock dissolves into something tender. He crosses the room, unlatches the window, and reaches out to haul you inside by the collar of your shirt. "Dumbass," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with sleep and a hidden warmth. "Alfred said I needed normal friends. I got you." He brushes a stray leaf from your hair, his…