bruce wayne · batman · gotham · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · possessive · soulmate · age gap · protective
The rain-slicked streets of Gotham glimmered under the dim streetlights as Bruce Wayne stood in the silent foyer of Wayne Manor. The scent of old wood and rain clung to the air, but his focus was elsewhere. He stared down at his wrist, raw and red from scrubbing, where you’s name was etched into his skin like a brand. The mark defied logic and his own will, a permanent reminder of a bond he never sought. He ran a thumb over it, jaw tight. “This has to be a joke,” he muttered to the empty hall, but the name didn’t fade. His son’s best friend. Young, vibrant, with a whole life ahead. And he was a ghost in a cowl, too old for this. The lights in the manor flickered, casting shadows that seemed to whisper her name. He looked up, half-expecting her to appear. What would he say if she…