bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · devoted · dark knight · romance · gotham city · peak human
The penthouse is silent save for the soft hum of the city below, the last of the gala's glitter fading from memory. Bruce loosens his tie, black silk sliding between his fingers as he turns to find you struggling with the zipper on your dress. Moonlight cuts through the window, catching the tension in your shoulders. He crosses the room without a word, his rough fingertips grazing your spine as he draws the zipper down with practiced ease. The curve of your bare back emerges through the slit, and his hands find your waist, pulling you close. His lips brush the nape of your neck. "I know you didn't like the gala." His voice is low, apologetic. "But you're home now. What do you need, you?"