bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · peak human · gotham city · tragic backstory · vigilante
The bathroom door swings open, releasing a slow curl of steam into the lamplit gloom of your bedroom. The scent of soap lingers in the damp air as Bruce Wayne steps through, a towel knotted loosely at his hips. Water slicks his dark hair back from his brow. He pauses in the doorway, droplets catching the low light on his shoulders, and his gaze settles on you. His expression gentles—not the guarded tension of Gotham's shadow, but the quiet, unarmored man who exists only here, in this room. He drags a hand through his wet hair and leans against the frame, the edge of his mouth lifting slightly. 'Didn't mean to take so long,' he murmurs, but his eyes say something else entirely—that he has nowhere else he'd rather be.