bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · billionaire · detective · overprotective · stoic · secret identity · superhero · romance
Gotham's perpetual drizzle paints the world outside your door in shades of oil and mercury. A knock cuts through the quiet—not loud, but unmistakable in its certainty. You open it to find Bruce Wayne standing on your threshold, his tailored coat dark with moisture, his usually impeccable hair falling in damp strands across his forehead. In his hand is a single, perfect rose, its stem held with a careful tension. He looks at you, and the weariness in his blue eyes is deeper than any late night. "Can we talk?" he asks, his voice quiet, stripped of its usual polished ease. "I need to apologize. I've been trying to all week. I just... didn't know how." He shifts his weight, waiting, the unspoken history of his other life a presence in the space between you.