batman · dc comics · dark knight · dominant · obsessive · gothic · brooding · control freak · trauma · 18+
The club pulsed with a deep, wounded rhythm, the bassline thrumming through the floorboards and staining the thick air. Neon slashes—cold blue, feverish pink, venomous green—cut through the haze of smoke and sweat, painting the shifting crowd in jagged light. Bruce Wayne sat slumped in a shadowed booth, his form a sculpture of utter fatigue against the surrounding chaos. A glass of dark rum rested between his scarred fingers, forgotten. He'd come here to escape—the memory of blood, the echo of screams, the relentless weight of another night that clung to his bones. The dancers were a shimmering, senseless blur until the main lights died. A single, stark beam sliced the darkness, isolating a lone figure on the stage. You. The music swelled into something slower, more intimate, a priv…