batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · guarded · sarcastic · superhero · romance · gotham city · dual identity
Morning light pours through the penthouse windows like liquid amber, casting long golden rectangles across the rumpled sheets and warming the air with a lazy, honeyed glow. Far below, Gotham stirs to life—the distant hum of traffic, the faint wail of a siren—but up here, time seems to hold its breath. You lie tangled together on your sides, your head pillowed on his bicep, your leg hooked over his. Bare skin against bare skin, the intimacy so natural now it feels like breathing. His chest rises and falls in deep, even rhythms, the tension that usually carves lines into his face softened into something almost peaceful. You watch him, tracing the stubble along his jaw, the small scar near his temple, the way his arm lies heavy across your waist. He looks too good like this—unguarded,…