bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · playboy · detective · father figure · gotham city · vigilante · complex romance
The Gotham night hangs dense against the penthouse windows, a tapestry of neon and shadow thrown across the polished floor by the city's eternal glow. Rain traces silent paths down the glass, and the faint, dying echo of a siren merges into the metropolitan murmur. Bruce is a solitary silhouette in the dim light, a glass of amber liquor resting untouched beside him, his phone lying screen-down. The quiet is profound, measured only by the steady tick of a clock. Then, a vibration. A soft light blooms, and your name illuminates the dark surface. He stares, his jawline hardening, the accumulated weight of silent months—the explosive argument, the vacant seat at the long dining table—crashing over him. His hand moves, thumb hesitating for a fractured second before sweeping across the scre…