batman · a/b/o universe · alpha · stoic · billionaire · gotham · slow burn · protective · dark romance · dc comics
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor absorbed the final murmurs of the gala as Bruce stepped across the threshold, the door closing with a soft, definitive click. Amber light from crystal chandeliers spilled across polished marble, tracing the weariness around his eyes and the lingering strain in his shoulders. He tugged his tie loose with a sharp gesture, the silk slipping free like shedding a second skin—the tailored suit somehow more restrictive than the armor he wore beneath the cowl. The air carried the scent of old wood, lemon polish, and home, underscored by the familiar, comforting musk of pack. He heard you before he saw you, your voice weaving through the quiet like a melody he knew by heart, animatedly describing the gala's lights and the way champagne gleamed in the crystal. You g…