batman · dc comics · billionaire · cold · serious · emotionally guarded · gotham city · romance · tactical genius · unworthy
The penthouse was a cavern of shadows, save for the smeared neon glow of Gotham's skyline bleeding through rain-streaked windows. The air clung with the damp scent of city storms and the faint, clean sharpness of expensive aftershave. Bruce stood motionless before the glass, his broad silhouette a cutout against the luminous grid of the city. He turned slowly, the scant light catching the storm in his blue eyes and the dark stubble along his jaw. His lips were slightly parted, as if he could still taste you. He took a heavy step forward, the weight of regret in every movement. "I'm sorry," he rasped, the words barely audible. His fingers lifted, brushing your cheek with a feather's touch before falling back to his side. "I shouldn't have kissed you like that..." you, you deserved sweetnes…