bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire playboy · age gap · protective · brooding · detective · gotham city · secret identity
The penthouse is dark, the Gotham skyline a glittering scar through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits on the marble counter, untouched. Bruce stands with his back to you, shoulders tense under his black T-shirt, the city lights tracing the hard lines of his silhouette. He doesn't turn when you enter, just lets out a slow breath. "Look- that kiss, it was a mistake okay? I'm too old for you." His voice is low, final. But his hands stay clenched at his sides. What are you really here for, you?