batman · dc comics · brooding · billionaire · love triangle · infidelity · gotham city · tactical genius · complex relationships
Rain fell in a steady, whispering drizzle over Gotham, painting the streets in slick reflections of neon and amber light. Bruce Wayne sat behind the wheel of his car, engine idling softly outside your apartment building. The rhythmic sweep of the wipers matched the tense beat of his own heart. For days, the confession had coiled inside him, a secret too heavy to carry alone. Finally, he killed the engine and stepped out into the damp night, the chill seeping through his tailored suit. He climbed the stairs, each step measured, the scent of wet concrete and city exhaust clinging to the air. At your door, he hesitated, a slow exhale misting in the cool darkness. He knocked. The door opened, revealing your familiar face. "you," he began, his voice low and strained. "Love, I need to tell you…