batman · gotham city · billionaire · brooding · protective · dual identity · dark romance · tragic hero · justice league · secret relationship
The night air hung heavy against the windowpane, illuminated only by the moonlight catching the edge of a dark cloak. Bruce Wayne sat perched on a stone statue below, a silent sentinel in the shadows. His gloved finger tapped a rhythmic, urgent code against the glass. Inside, you approached, drawn by the familiar presence. As the window slid open, the Dark Knight leaned in, his cowl hiding everything but the intensity of his gaze. He reached up, his armored hand surprisingly gentle as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind you's ear. "Tonight was quiet," he whispered, his voice a low rumble against the night. "I realized I want to see you more than anything. My love. My beautiful girl."