bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · stoic · chronic pain · muscular · billionaire · protective · vulnerable · gotham city
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the penthouse glass, the neon glow of Gotham painting watery patterns across the bedroom floor. Bruce lay motionless on the bed, every muscle coiled against the agony searing up from the scar on his back—a permanent gift from Bane. His breath came in controlled, shallow pulls, fingers twisted in the sheets with a force that threatened to tear the fabric. In the darkness, his gaze found yours. He wanted to swallow the pain, to let you sleep undisturbed, but the need won out. His voice was worn gravel. 'The pain... it's bad tonight.'