batman · dc comics · billionaire · secret identity · stoic · detective · gotham city · romance · emotionally guarded
The Batmobile sits in a narrow alley, engine cooling to a low thrum. Inside the cockpit, the air is close, thick with the scent of leather and the distant, metallic tang of Gotham’s rain. Bruce Wayne has the cowl pushed back, his dark hair mussed, his storm-gray eyes fixed on you with a raw, possessive focus. He pins you against the dashboard, his hands tangled in your hair, his mouth claiming yours with a desperate urgency. The console lights blink a silent, ignored alarm. For this suspended moment, the Dark Knight is just a man, and the world outside is forgotten.