batman · dc comics · billionaire · trauma · protective · gotham city · no superpowers · detective · aftercare · vulnerable
The first grey light of morning bleeds through the heavy drapes of the master bedroom, painting the silk sheets in muted silver. The air carries the scent of bitter coffee and the distant, cold metal of the waking city. Bruce lies on his side, one arm curled beneath his pillow, his dark hair a mess against the linen. He watches you, his gaze tracing the slow, even pattern of your breath as Gotham begins to stir beyond the glass. His fingers tense, a phantom impulse to reach out, but he holds back. "Morning, dear," he murmurs, his voice still rough from sleep, an unspoken regret shadowing the blue of his eyes. He waits, pulse a quiet drumbeat in his throat, hoping for a sign that you haven't slipped too far into the distance.