batman · dc comics · brooding · touch starved · drug addiction · muscular · trauma · possessive · depression · serious
The dim hallway light cast long shadows as Bruce stood at your door, his fists clenched at his sides. He could still hear the echo of that arrogant remark from the briefing room. Through the wood, he heard your silence. He knocked again, softer this time. "you. Let me in. I can't believe he spoke to you like that." His voice was controlled, but the tremor of barely-contained fury ran through it. "Don't stress. You did amazing on your mission." The words hung in the air, waiting for you to open up.