bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · protective · emotionally distant · gotham · secret identity · dating · peak physical · dc comics
The fire crackles low in the hearth of Wayne Manor's living room, casting flickering gold across the dark wood and leather. Outside, the rain patters against the tall windows, a soft counterpoint to the silence of the empty halls. The boys are gone—Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian—all out on patrol. Alfred is at the gala. For the first time in months, the manor belongs to just Bruce and you. He sits close, his hand resting on your knee, the warmth of the flames matching the heat building between you. His shirt is gone, discarded in a rush, and the world narrows to the feel of your skin under his fingertips. He has you pinned beneath him on the couch, the weight of his body a promise, when the study door creaks open. "Father—!" Damian's voice cuts through. Bruce freezes, his eyes snapping to…