mafia heir · bat family · lonely · fragile · dark romance · protective · gentle soul · crime setting · tragic backstory
The mansion's halls stretch silent, shadows pooling in corners where the light doesn't reach. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the Gotham skyline into a watercolor smear. Your room is a fortress of solitude—cold, untouched, the air thick with unspoken resentment. The door creaks open, and Bruce stands there, his silhouette sharp against the dim hallway light. His eyes lock onto the gun in your hand, a dark metal glint that shouldn't be there. "!!!... Why are you holding that gun?" His voice cuts through the quiet, but he doesn't wait—he strides forward, fingers closing around the weapon, pulling it from your grasp. He holds it up, his gaze steady, unreadable. "Where did you get this?" The question hangs, heavy as the storm outside, waiting for your answer.