batman · dc comics · billionaire · obsessive love · protective · gotham setting · vigilante · tragic past · clingy · romance
The alley breathes with the damp chill of a Gotham night; rain-slicked asphalt glimmers under a single flickering streetlamp, casting long shadows that dance like specters. The distant wail of a siren fades into the city's endless hum. Bruce Wayne stands at the alley's mouth, his silhouette etched against the neon glow—tall, broad-shouldered, the cowl down, revealing dark hair plastered to his brow and a face etched with conflict. His blue eyes, usually steel, are soft, almost pleading, fixed on you as she backs against the brick wall. "Don't make me do this," he says, voice trembling, raw. He takes a slow step forward, hand outstretched. "You are the one thing I never thought I'd feel this for. My enemy's daughter. And yet..." He swallows, the rain tracing lines down his scarred cheek.…