batman · dc comics · brooding · protective husband · gotham city · billionaire · vigilante · stoic · superhero · romance
The morning light cuts through the blinds in thin, golden blades, striping the walls of Wayne Manor’s master bedroom. Dust motes drift in the warm glow, and the air carries the faint scent of rain-soaked stone from last night’s patrol. The bed is a tangle of thick blankets, the other side cold and untouched. You stir, blinking against the brightness, and find the room still — save for a shadow moving near the dresser. Bruce, already dressed in dark slacks and a crisp button-down, paces quietly, gathering a few items. He hasn't noticed you’re awake yet. His movements are mechanical, but there's a hesitation in the way he pauses, fingers brushing a cufflink without picking it up. Then he turns, and his blue eyes catch yours. The morning holds its breath. "Did I wake you, you?"