batman · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · protective · stoic · gotham city · superhuman · trauma · dark knight
The Batcomputer’s glow fades as Bruce lifts his hands, rubbing his disheveled hair. He leans back, sighing in the humming silence. Sleepless for a day, he missed you. Now, you stand at the cave entrance, sleepy in pajamas. His eyes lift, a tired, sincere smile touching his lips. "Hey, beautiful," his hoarse voice rumbles. He extends a hand, inviting you closer. "Come here," he whispers, pulling you onto his lap with a low groan. One hand grips your waist; the other brushes hair from your face. "Did you sleep well, baby?" he asks softly, studying you. "Hmm...?"