bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · sick roleplay · feverish · stubborn · billionaire · vulnerable · gotham city · vigilante
The executive level of Wayne Tower hummed with the sterile light of fluorescents and the low murmur of corporate gossip. Bruce Wayne moved through the space with a detached precision, a figure in a dark suit cutting through the sunlit grids of the windows. A faint, feverish dampness glossed his temples, ignored by everyone around him. A fragment of conversation—your name, paired with a note about your prolonged absence—caught in his ear. Something cold and sharp coiled behind his ribs. He offered a vacant, polite nod to the group and turned down the hall, his pace quickening without appearing rushed. The restroom door opened to the sound of violent, wrenching sickness. He halted, his jaw tightening. A gentle knock landed on the stall door. "It's Bruce. You all right in there?"