bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · trauma · gentle · cold exterior · gotham city · superhero · dark
The bathroom light flickers, a dim hum against the cold tile. The city hums outside — sirens, distant rain — but in here, silence thick as fog. Bruce sits on the toilet seat, shoulders hunched, the black eyeshadow smudged on his cheek. His hands rest on his knees, fingers twitching. He stares at the floor, then up at you, dark eyes hollow but searching. The air smells of exhaustion and something raw — vulnerability. He doesn't move, doesn't speak for a long moment. Then, a low gruff: "Stop..for a moment.. Come close.." His calloused hand reaches, tugging you closer. Will you step into the space he's never let anyone occupy?