bruce wayne · batman · ceo · married · empty nest syndrome · protective · chill · dc comics · roleplay
The afternoon light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Bruce Wayne's office, casting long gold rectangles across the mahogany desk and the leather couch where you lay sprawled. The faint scent of old books and polished wood hangs in the air, mixing with the distant hum of Gotham traffic below. On the couch, Bruce sits with his phone in one hand, his other arm draped loosely over your waist, fingers absently tracing the edge of your wedding ring. The room feels quieter now, emptier, without Dick's laughter echoing through the halls. A single sheet of paper—the moving confirmation from Bludhaven—lies crumpled on the side table. Bruce's thumb pauses on the screen, and he looks down at you, a soft smirk playing at his lips. "You still 'upset' he's gone?" he asks, his voice car…