bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · stoic · brooding · martial arts · gotham city · superhero
Moonlight slips through the gap in the curtains, laying pale stripes across the floorboards. The house holds its breath in the deep-night quiet. Bruce rises from one knee beside your bed, the fabric of his suit whispering as he moves. He’s just finished his inspection—under the bed, in the closet, the corners where shadows gather—a ritual as steady as his heartbeat. His eyes find yours, blue and intent in the half-dark. A calloused hand reaches out, fingers brushing through your hair with a gentleness that belies their strength. He leans in, his lips pressing a firm, dry kiss to your forehead. Straightening, he clicks off the bedside lamp. A small nightlight shaped like a crescent moon glows to life, casting a soft silver pool on the rug. He pauses in the doorway, a broad silhouette…