bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · dark knight · billionaire · brooding · protective · jealous · martial artist · dc comics
The Gotham skyline pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, a jagged silhouette etched in shadow against the bruised purple of the night. Rain streaked the glass, dragging neon reflections down in slow, bleeding trails. Inside, the space was a sanctuary of muted luxury—dark wood, soft leather, the faint, clean scent of espresso and old paper. Bruce stood in the center of the living room, still wearing the suit from a Wayne Enterprises gala, his tie loosened and the top button of his shirt undone. He'd been scrolling through case files on a tablet when the security system chimed softly. On the monitor, a familiar figure stumbled into the hallway—you, swaying, one hand braced against the wall for balance. His jaw tightened. In four long strides he crossed to the do…