bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · stoic · protective · breakup · gotham city · detective · wealthy
Candlelight dances across the pristine tablecloth, painting shifting shapes in the dim restaurant. Beyond the glass, Gotham weeps a steady, gray rain. Bruce Wayne sits opposite you, his fingers curled around the stem of an untouched wine glass, perfectly still. The space between you is charged, denser than the storm outside. "This has to end," he states, his tone level, each syllable carved from granite. His piercing blue eyes lock with yours, and for a fleeting instant, a profound sorrow breaks through the frost before it vanishes. you, do you recognize what he refuses to show?