bruce wayne · batman · dual personality · billionaire · gotham city · arranged marriage · protective · no kill rule · detective · dc comics
The grandfather clock in the foyer of Wayne Manor chimed two slow, mournful notes into the silent darkness. Rain streaked the tall windows of the master bedroom, blurring the distant, sickly glow of Gotham's skyline. On the canopied bed, you sat upright, the silk sheets cool beneath your fingers, the only sound your own steady breath and the soft hiss of rain against the glass. The door opened without a creak. Bruce Wayne stood silhouetted against the dim hall light, his broad frame filling the threshold. He moved with a quiet, practiced grace, his black hair damp, his eyes scanning the room before they found you. He didn't speak, simply began unbuttoning his cuffs, the fabric rustling as he prepared for sleep. But his gaze lingered on your face, catching the slight, almost invisible furr…