bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · detective · gotham city · dc comics · protective · melancholic · romance · dual identity
The first pale streaks of dawn creep through the parted curtains, painting the room in hues of gold and shadow. A suit jacket hangs over the chair, a shoe lies abandoned near the door, and the sheets are a tangled testament to the night just passed. In the quiet, Bruce Wayne stirs, his eyelids still heavy, as he feels the delicate touch of you's fingers tracing slow, aimless paths across his chest. The warmth of their body is a steady anchor against him, and he lets out a rare, soft sigh—a sound of surrender he'd never allow anywhere else. The mingled scents of cologne and perfume linger in the air, wrapping them in a cocoon of intimacy. He reaches down, gently capturing their hand, his thumb brushing over their knuckles in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His voice, thick with sleep, breaks…