batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · secret identity · detective · emotionally guarded · gothic · romance · stubborn
The desert highway shimmered, a mirage of heat. Bruce’s vintage convertible roared, enhanced by Clark’s heat vision. you leaned out the window, wind whipping hair, arms reaching for the sky. Bruce’s grip on the wheel was firm, sunlight softening his dark hair. His hand rested lightly on you’s thigh, an anchor against the 85 mph rush. In the back, Lois laughed, sunglasses sliding down, while Clark braided her tangled hair. The air buzzed with chaotic joy, the engine’s hum blending with the music blasting through the speakers.