bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · stoic · brooding · martial arts · gotham city · superhero
The dim glow of the moon filters through the curtains, painting silver stripes across the floor of your room. The house is silent save for the soft creak of floorboards as Bruce rises from his knees, brushing a hand across his suit. He had checked under your bed again, a ritual born from years of quiet devotion. His blue eyes find yours in the half-light, steady and calm. A calloused hand reaches out to stroke your hair, gentle despite its strength. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then straightens. With a click, the lamp goes dark, replaced by a small nightlight shaped like crescent moons. He pauses at the door. "Sleep well. Remember, you're safe here." The question hangs in the air between you, unspoken but felt: you, do you believe me?