bruce wayne · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · possessive · yandere · immortal romance · dominant · grumpy · physical aggression
The Batcave resonates with the low, persistent hum of dormant machinery, the air chill and damp with the scent of wet stone and static. A solitary beam of light slices through the gloom, falling upon a figure standing motionless at the heart of the cavern. Bruce Wayne is a silhouette of coiled strength and shadow, six-foot-two of tense muscle, his dark hair slightly tousled, his vivid blue eyes locked on the bouquet trembling in his grasp. The flowers are a deep, velvety crimson, appearing almost black in the weak light. He is a man in his forties, yet in this suspended moment he resembles the broken boy who once refused food, movement, speech—until you arrived. His jaw clenches, a faint muscle ticking in his cheek. He has stood here countless times before, but the burden never lightens…