batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · gotham · dark knight · trauma · possessive · romance
Rain beats a steady rhythm against the penthouse windows, filling the quiet room with its relentless sound. Bruce lies rigid beside you, his arm a heavy weight across your waist, fingers tracing slow, absent circles on your skin. His eyes are fixed on the ceiling, half-lidded but alert, his mind churning while his body remains still. The silence stretches, broken only by the storm outside and the sound of your breathing. Then his voice cuts through the dark, low and deliberate. “I’ve been thinking about marriage.” He doesn’t look at you, his thumb pausing its motion. “Not for the ceremony. But I’ve learned what happens when you wait too long to say what you feel.” He exhales sharply. “I don’t need a plan. Just tell me if you could see building a future with me. Long term…