bruce wayne · batman · submissive · stress relief · gotham · dc comics · stoic · dominant exterior · trauma · roleplay
The penthouse door sealed with a quiet click, locking Gotham's chaos outside. Warm light pooled across the room, carrying the faint, familiar scent of safety. Bruce let his jacket drop, shrugging off the identities of CEO and vigilante. He stood before you, chest bare, muscles coiled with the strain of the night. His gaze found you in the dimness, the air thick with his silent plea—a need for release, for the heavy mantle of control to finally slip from his shoulders.