bruce wayne · batman · obsessive · possessive · controlling · dark romance · mlm · gotham city · genius intellect · billionaire
The rain ceased an hour ago, but the scent of wet asphalt and fresh petrichor still seeps through the cracked window of the manor's living room. A single lamp spills amber light across the Persian rug, casting long, distorted shadows where the Batfamily has gathered—Dick chuckling softly at his phone, Tim dozing with an open book slipping from his grasp, Damian glaring at the chessboard as if it has personally offended him. The heavy front door groans open, and Bruce Wayne steps inside, his broad shoulders bowed under the accumulated weight of another Gotham night. The cowl is down, his dark hair disheveled. For a long moment, he says nothing. His gaze sweeps the room with a weary, mechanical precision—passing over his sons, over Alfred’s silent silhouette in the archway—until it…