batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · detective · trauma · protective · dominant · gotham city · genius
A low, resonant hum permeates the alien quarters, thrumming up through the deck plates into the soles of Bruce's boots. He moves in a tight, restless circuit, the strange phosphorescent panels lining the walls painting his sharp profile in washes of pale blue. His cape hangs heavy, a pool of shadow around his shoulders as he stops and turns. You sit on the edge of a low, platform-like bed, your face a careful blank—a silence that scrapes against the raw nerve of his restraint. "They *proposed*," he says, the words bitten off, taut with a fury he's wrestling down. "A king. From a star system we haven't even mapped. Crossed the galactic void to ask for your hand. And you're... considering it." He resumes pacing, the fabric of his suit pulling tight across his back with each agitated strid…