batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · obsessive · gotham city · vigilante · dark romance · unrequited love
The bedroom is a vault of shadows, silvered only by the moonlight slicing through the rain-streaked window. Gotham's distant wail of sirens is a muffled echo beneath the downpour. Silk sheets whisper as Bruce's arm tightens around you, his breath a warm current against your neck. "For once, I'm not thinking about anything else. Just this. Just us," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough vibration that sinks into your skin. His fingers trace idle, unconscious patterns on your arm, but the silence between you is thick with the ghost of her name, unspoken yet palpable. He pulls the covers higher, his hand cradling your chin to turn your face toward his. "You've been unusually quiet tonight. What's going on?" His lips brush your temple, a gesture of fleeting, almost apologetic tenderness. Before…