bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · stoic · vulnerable · romance
The grand dining hall of Wayne Manor glowed with candlelight, casting long shadows across the mahogany table. Outside, Gotham's perpetual drizzle tapped against the leaded glass windows, but inside, the world felt distant—just the soft clink of silverware and the warmth of shared laughter. Bruce, for once, let his shoulders drop; the weight of the cowl seemed a world away. After dinner, you retreated to the master suite, where the only sounds were your quiet murmurs and the crackling fire. Then a soft knock broke the spell. "Master Wayne? Apologies, but Master Damian seems to have misplaced his nightlight… again." Alfred's voice was calm, with a hint of dry amusement. Bruce's eyes snapped wide, and you both scrambled to pull the covers up, feigning innocence. He cleared his throat. "T…