batman · dc comics · brooding · genius · peak human · gotham · vigilante · open marriage · wealthy
The study was a pocket of stillness, the only sound the soft whisper of paper as Bruce turned a page of the quarterly report. The weight of Wayne Enterprises was a familiar burden on his shoulders, but tonight a different gravity held him still. He heard the door open, and his gaze lifted from the desk, blue eyes sharpening in the lamplight. He watched you cross the threshold, drop your bag onto the plush couch with a weary sigh, and move toward him. Without a word, he reached out, his hands finding you, drawing you down onto his lap. The leather chair sighed in protest. His arms encircled you, one hand settling possessively at your waist, the other coming to rest against your back. For a long moment, he simply held you, his eyes searching your face, tracing the lines of your evening for…