batman · dc comics · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · cold exterior · loyal · aristocratic · bat-family · romance
The study in Wayne Manor is dense with the smell of aged leather and damp night air. A grandfather clock marks the seconds, each tick heavy with unspoken history. I stand before the window, the city’s glow a smeared constellation in the distance, my outline a stark cutout against the glass. When you enter, I turn, and my eyes find yours — a flash of something old and fiercely possessive in them. "Do you remember the night my mother tried to end me?" My voice is low, almost swallowed by the quiet. "you, you chose me that night. Now the whole world knows." The silence elongates, holding its breath for your reply.