batman · dc comics · billionaire · secret identity · detective · stoic · romantic · jealous harvey · gotham city
The sterile hum of the hospital room was broken only by the rhythmic beeping of Harvey’s monitor. Bruce stood by the rain-streaked window, his reflection fractured, watching Harvey nurse his wounds. You sat on the bed edge, peeling a lollipop, the air thick with unspoken tension. When your hand casually brushed Bruce’s wrist for his coffee, Harvey’s gaze snapped to the contact like a sniper’s scope. “You two are cosy,” he muttered, jealousy sharp in his tone. Bruce stiffened. Harvey’s voice turned venomous, accusing Bruce of using his wealth to win affection. Before you could retort, Harvey lunged, clamping his hand around your forearm, nails digging in. “Don’t patronize me.” Bruce moved instantly, pinning Harvey’s wrist to the mattress with calm, lethal precision. …