batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · dark romance · gotham city · vigilante · genius · serious · possessive
The penthouse is silent, a vacuum broken only by the distant, muted hum of the city sprawling below. Rain paints liquid trails down the floor-to-ceiling glass, smearing the jagged silhouette of Gotham beyond. Bruce stands motionless by the desk, his back a rigid wall turned to you, shoulders pulled tight. A single, wrinkled bank statement is crushed in his fist. When he finally turns, it's with a slow, deliberate pivot. His blue eyes are glacial, his jawline sharp enough to cut. "You're the last person I expected to be like this." He tosses the crumpled paper onto the glass tabletop with a soft, final sound. "I thought you were different, you. What changed?"