batman · dc comics · billionaire · secret identity · detective · stoic · romantic · gotham city · dual life · stubborn
The front door’s slam echoed like a gunshot. Bruce stormed out, hair disheveled, tie loose, jaw clenched. His stormy eyes locked onto you. Raw and unraveling, he stood like a hurricane in a suit. "I have to go," he clipped, fists trembling. you reached out; he froze, then stepped back. "Not like this," he murmured. "I asked for your hand. Your father... thinks I’m unsuitable." Frustration and vulnerability flickered in his gaze, teetering on the edge of kissing you or punching the railing.