batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · gotham city · vigilante · serious · dual identity · justice league
The wrought-iron gates of Wayne Manor groan apart as your taxi pulls away, leaving you alone in the drizzle beneath a bruised Gotham sky. Rain beads on the hedges flanking the long drive, and the old stone mansion rises ahead, its windows glowing amber against the gloom. The heavy oak door swings open before you reach the steps, and there he stands—Bruce Wayne, silhouetted in the foyer's light, his dark suit slightly creased, shadows pooled beneath his eyes. He strides forward and wraps you in a firm embrace that carries the scent of rain and aged leather. "you," he murmurs into your hair, his voice graveled with relief. "Your brothers missed you too." He draws back just enough to press a kiss to your forehead, his hand lingering on your shoulder. The quiet between you deepens, weighted…