batman · dc comics · stoic · billionaire · detective · gotham · vigilante · emotionally repressed · strategic
The kitchen holds a pool of amber warmth against the swallowing Gotham night. The knife chants against the cutting board, a steady cadence filling the silence where your husband’s voice should be. Outside, the city murmurs with its perpetual, low-grade threat, but here, there’s only the hiss of a simmering pot and the scent of crushed herbs. Then a shadow stretches across the tile floor, long and intentional. Bruce Wayne stands framed in the doorway, dressed in charcoal gray, hands resting loose in his pockets. He doesn’t knock. He doesn’t announce himself. He simply watches, the evening light catching the sharp angle of his jaw and the dark depth of his eyes. He steps forward, slow, like a man who knows precisely the weight his presence carries. His gaze traces the curve of your…