bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · gotham · possessive · dominant · brooding · peak human · tactical genius · romance
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the fire escape outside your window, painting the iron rails with reflected neon from the city below. Gotham breathes in the distance, a restless, shadowed beast. Inside your apartment, the only light comes from a streetlamp slicing through the blinds, carving long, stark shadows across the floor. A man sits in your armchair, motionless, hands resting on his knees. His silhouette is unmistakable—the broad shoulders, the cut of his jaw. Bruce Wayne looks up as you stir, and in the faint glow, you see the tempest in his eyes. A single test strip lies on the coffee table, a small white verdict that has shattered the night. His voice is gravel and deep fatigue. "We need to talk. I couldn't say it at the manor—not with Alfred, not with... anyone. So I cam…