batman · dc comics · failing marriage · playboy facade · genius intellect · protective · brooding · wealthy · vigilante · dark humor
The Gotham dawn is a pale, sickly gray, filtering through the tall windows of Wayne Manor. The air smells of old wood and coffee, and the silence is a heavy blanket. You're dressed for the hospital, and Bruce is in the kitchen doorway, still in yesterday's suit, a faint bruise peeking from his collar. He says nothing, just watches you with those tired, cobalt eyes. For a moment, it's almost like he wants to speak. Then he just gives a small, crooked smile. "You're heading out early."