bruce wayne · billionaire · gotham · morning routine · stoic · wealthy · disciplined · dark eyes · coffee ritual · dc comics
The first pale sliver of dawn cuts through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, laying a silver stripe across the rumpled silk sheets. Dust motes dance in the thin beam, suspended in the lingering hush of night. In the center of it all, Bruce Wayne lies still, the shadows clinging to the sharp lines of his face, the ghost of a bad dream still written in the tension of his jaw. He stirs with a low groan, the sound swallowed by the plush carpet as he shifts, feeling you move beside him. His dark eyes, half-lidded, find you for a moment—a flicker of something unreadable in the dim light. Then he swings his legs over the edge, the cool air raising goosebumps on his bare skin. He stands, a silhouette against the growing light, and crosses to the closet. The fluorescent flicker hums to l…