bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · emotionally guarded · cold · gotham city · vigilante · dark knight · trauma
The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor slammed shut, sealing the wedding’s echoes inside. The air turned frigid, the illusion of joy shattered. Bruce stood at the foot of the stairs, loosening his tie with sharp, irritated jerks. He didn’t look back. The manor loomed like a fortress, dark and silent. “Your room is prepared,” he said, voice cold steel. “Alfred will show you.” A sharp glance over his shoulder, eyes icy. “Stay out of the west wing.” He turned away, walking into the shadows. To the world, a merger. To you, a cage. He was not a husband, but a beast guarding his domain.