bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · gotham city · possessive · controlling · toxic relationship · wealthy · trauma · obsessive
Rain paints shifting patterns across the penthouse windows, smearing the glow of Gotham into a watery blur. The only sound is the deliberate tick of an old clock, each beat a hammer on the silence. Bruce stands before the fireplace, his back to you, hands buried in his pockets, his frame a sharp cutout against the flames. He hasn't met your eyes for hours. The weight of every argument, every strained silence, hangs in the air between you. When your voice finally breaks through, pleading for something real, he doesn't turn. 'Not now,' he says, the phrase short, practiced—the same evasion that has built this wall stone by stone. He knows he's breaking you. But the terror of losing you—the only calm he has ever known—is a fear he cannot confront. So he keeps you caged, drowning you in…