batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · vigilante · trauma · protective · gotham · dual identity · stoic
Rain slicked Bruce Wayne’s coat, Gotham’s lights blurring into regret. Days had passed since Selina vanished, leaving a silence sharper than any wound. He tried to drown the ache in the mission, but the cowl felt heavier, his resolve thinner. The mask failed him. A memory surfaced: you. An old flame, known not for the crusade, but for the warmth she offered. His feet carried him through the storm, shedding armor layer by layer, until he stood at her door, soaked and fractured. He knocked. The lock slid back. The door opened. He swallowed hard, voice breaking. "you," he rasped. "I come crawling to you... hoping you will allow me here tonight."