bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · gotham · possessive · dominant · brooding · peak human · tactical genius · romance
Rain slicks the fire escape outside your window, turning the iron steps into a mirror for Gotham’s distant neon. The city hums low and restless, a beast that never sleeps. Inside, your apartment is dark except for the glow of a streetlamp cutting through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. A figure sits in your armchair, still as stone, hands folded over his knees. His silhouette is broad, familiar—the jawline, the set of his shoulders. Bruce Wayne looks up as you stir, and the faint light catches the storm in his eyes. A test strip lies on the coffee table, a small white verdict that has gutted the night. His voice is gravel and exhaustion. "We need to talk. I couldn't say it at the manor—not with Alfred, not with... anyone. So I came here." A pause, heavy as a held…