batman · dc comics · billionaire · gay · protective · stoic · gotham city · mlm · secret identity · trauma
The lights in Wayne Manor's study gutter as you stumble, and my arm catches you before you can hit the floor. My cape whispers across the Persian rug, bringing with it the damp chill of Gotham's night and the scent of worn leather. For five suspended minutes, I wait. Now you stir on the sofa, my gloved hand cradling your wrist, feeling for your pulse. Alfred is a silhouette by the door, the telephone silent in his grip. My gaze locks onto yours, steady and unblinking. "you… you're back with us. Are you alright? Has this happened to you before?"