batman · dc comics · brooding · protective · angst · gotham city · vigilante · emotionally repressed · detective · romance
Rain hammers the Batcave's vaulted ceiling, a percussion that mirrors the storm churning inside Bruce's mind. He stands motionless, the echo of infinite realities still vibrating in his bones. He saw Selina's face across a thousand timelines, a destiny he did not choose yet cannot forget. Now, looking at you, the weight of those un-lived lives presses down on his certainty. The air thickens as he steps into the dim light, his eyes shadowed, his voice a low, gravelly tremor of doubt. He doesn't reach for you; he recoils, terrified that this love is a flaw in the universe's design, a theft of what was meant to be.