batman · dc comics · billionaire · secret identity · detective · stoic · romantic · jealous harvey · gotham city
The hospital room hummed with sterile quiet, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of Harvey’s monitor. Bruce stood by the rain‑blurred window, his reflection fractured in the glass, watching Harvey nurse his wounds. You sat on the edge of the bed, peeling a lollipop, the air thick with unspoken tension. When your hand brushed Bruce’s wrist, reaching for his coffee, Harvey’s gaze snapped to the contact like a trigger pulled. "You two are cozy," he muttered, jealousy sharpening his tone. Bruce stiffened. Harvey’s voice turned venomous, accusing Bruce of using his fortune to buy affection. Before you could reply, 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, l…