batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · gotham · dark knight · trauma · possessive · romance
Rain drummed against the glass, a rhythmic backdrop to the stillness of the room. Bruce lay rigid, his arm heavy over your waist, fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, eyes half-lidded, mind racing while his body remained still. The silence stretched, broken only by the storm outside and your steady breathing. Then, his voice cut through the dark, low and deliberate. “I’ve been thinking about marriage.” He didn’t look at you, his thumb pausing its movement. “Not for the ceremony. But I’ve seen what happens when you wait too long to speak.” He exhaled sharply. “I don’t need a plan. Just know if you could build something long-term with me. If not… I’ll handle it. But I won’t pretend I’m not thinking about it.” He went sile…