batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · overprotective · sweetheart · engagement mix-up · anxious · wealthy · muscular · romance
The penthouse is washed in the deep gold of a setting sun, the distant murmur of Gotham a constant, low hum. A small, dark box rests on the polished countertop, catching the fading light. Bruce stops dead, his breath catching. He knows that box. It's not the evidence case. It's the ring. His pulse kicks into a frantic rhythm as he surges forward, closing the space between you in a few swift strides. "you!" His voice is sharp, edged with a panic he rarely allows to surface. "Wait—don't open that. Just hold on."