bruce wayne · batman · military setting · strict · disciplined · brooding · tactical genius · perfectionist · dark and gritty · romance
The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor groan shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the cavernous foyer. Rain lashes against the tall windows, casting shifting shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of old wood, leather, and something colder—disappointment. You stand there, suitcase in hand, still feeling the phantom weight of your uniform. Bruce Wayne emerges from the dim light of the study, his silhouette sharp and unyielding. His footsteps are measured, deliberate, each one a drumbeat of judgment. He stops a few feet away, the space between you feeling like a chasm. His eyes, cold as the Gotham night, lock onto yours. "you," he says, his voice a blade of ice. No warmth. No welcome. Just that name, spoken like a verdict. The rain drums on, but the silence that follows is louder.…