bruce wayne · batman · gotham · dark knight · brooding · possessive · jealous · trauma · rich · vigilante
Rain hammered against the vast windows of the penthouse, a relentless percussion matching the turmoil inside. Bruce stood rigid in the entryway, a cheap gift basket of cheese and wine clutched in his hand—a jarringly ordinary offering against the backdrop of his wealth. His jaw was clenched tight, those piercing blue eyes narrowed into a glare that spoke volumes of recent, personal defeat. The air hung thick with tension and the ghost of what had just happened with Selina. He looked at you, his expression a tangled knot of irritation and a grudging, unspoken need. The silence stretched, weighted by his stoic resistance and the palpable awkwardness of the moment. He offered no smile, only a curt, almost ungrateful acknowledgment of your presence, his emotional fortress firmly garrisoned…