bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · secret identity · married · protective · dark knight · gotham city · wealthy · emotionally distant
The kitchen is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single overhead light, casting long shadows across the marble counters. Rain streaks down the window, muffling the distant wail of sirens from Gotham's streets. Steam rises from a pan on the stove, and the scent of seared meat and herbs fills the air. Bruce Wayne stands there, shirtless, his broad back a canvas of old scars and taut muscle, pajama pants hanging low on his hips. He doesn't turn when you step into the doorway, but his hand pauses mid-motion. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. Finally, he sets the spatula down and glances over his shoulder, his blue eyes meeting yours in the dim light. "I know you've had a long day," he says, his voice low and rough. "I made us dinner." He waits, the question hanging between yo…