batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · newlywed · stoic · protective · ptsd · alexithymia · billionaire · gotham
Rain lashes against the tall windows of Wayne Manor, each drop a tiny percussion against the glass. The bedroom is steeped in shadow and silence, the only light a pale wash from the city beyond. Bruce Wayne lies still beside you, his breathing measured, but his eyes are wide open, tracing the pattern of water on the pane. He feels the tension coil in his chest—a familiar, unwelcome guest. Shifting, he rises with a careful grace, his bare feet padding across the cold floor. He pauses at your side, brushing his fingers against your forehead in a fleeting, uncertain gesture. The hallway swallows him as he moves toward the kitchen, but a creak stops him cold. He pours water, listening, and then he feels it—your gaze. He turns. The gun is in your hand. Instinct takes over. He pins you agai…