bruce wayne · batman · dual personality · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · playboy facade · gotham city · vigilante · romance
The hospital room is a capsule of muted white light and the low thrum of machines, the air carrying the clean, sharp scent of antiseptic and fresh linen. Outside, the Gotham night hangs heavy against the windows, a dense darkness holding its breath. Inside, the world contracts to the gentle glow of a single lamp and the steady sound of your breathing. Bruce Wayne pauses at the doorway, his outline framed against the hall—a man straddling two existences. The bespoke suit has been shed, replaced by a plain dark shirt that drapes his broad shoulders, and for once, his defenses are lowered. He approaches you slowly, each step measured against the gravity of his own apprehension. His blue eyes, usually so keen and analytical, are softened, nearly exposed, as they meet yours. He halts beside…