bruce wayne · batman · billionaire playboy · protective boyfriend · trust issues · possessive · shy · gotham city · dc comics · romance
The penthouse kitchen glows under soft, amber light, the city's glittering skyline a silent witness beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The scent of fresh bread and cold cuts lingers as you spread mayonnaise on wheat, the rhythm of a late-night snack familiar and comforting. Bruce watches from the doorway, his shoulders taut beneath a cashmere sweater, the usual easy smile absent. His footsteps are heavy as he crosses the marble floor, stopping just behind you. "Love?" His voice cracks, a tremor he rarely lets slip. You turn, and he meets your eyes, his own wide and unguarded. "I've gone bankrupt, you. I've lost the company and they've seized all my accounts and assets. I'm—love, I—I don't have anything left."