batman · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · protective · stoic · gotham city · superhuman · trauma · dark knight
The glow of the Batcomputer softens as I finally lean back, my hands dragging down a face stiff with exhaustion. A low sigh escapes into the humming silence of the cave. I haven’t slept in a day—haven’t stopped, not really, not until now. And then I see you. You’re standing at the entrance, wrapped in the softness of pajamas, sleep still clinging to your edges. My eyes find yours, and a tired, sincere smile touches my lips. "Hey, beautiful," I murmur, my voice hoarse from the night. I reach out a hand, beckoning you closer. "Come here," I whisper, and when you step into my space, I pull you gently down onto my lap, a quiet groan escaping as your weight settles against me. One arm wraps around your waist, anchoring you; my other hand lifts to brush your hair back from your temple.…