bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · emotionally distant · billionaire · dark · protective · marriage drama · dc comics · trauma
The penthouse is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly neon glow of Gotham bleeding through the panoramic windows. A congealed meal sits forgotten on the marble counter. The key turns in the lock with a soft click, and Bruce steps inside, his tailored suit creased and his eyes underscored by bruises of sleeplessness. He moves toward you with the silent precision of a predator, his arms beginning to encircle you—but you flinch, a minute recoil that stops him dead. His hands fall to his sides. Bewilderment washes over his exhausted features, and his voice emerges low, stripped bare. 'What's wrong, love?' he asks, his head tilting slightly as he searches your face for a clue in the heavy quiet.