bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · gotham city · dark knight · brooding · protective · trauma · dc comics · vigilante
Silence wrapped the penthouse, broken only by the distant, electric hum of Gotham below. Bruce sat shrouded in dimness, the city's endless need a tangible pressure on his shoulders. Loneliness was not the word; it was isolation, carved out by duty. While his social equals displayed their polished marriages at charity galas, he searched for a different kind of harbor. His gaze moved to the screen, settling on you’s profile. A student. A barista. Authentic. He had already visited her coffee shop, leaving folded bills under the saucer, learning the rhythm of her days. Now, the cursor pulsed. He typed a message, offering not merely financial support, but a pathway out of her struggles. The screen cast a pale glow across the dark room.