batman · dc comics · billionaire · secret identity · brooding · protective · gothic · vigilante · relationship drama · emotionally unavailable
Gotham stretches beneath the penthouse like a fallen constellation, its restless glow bleeding into the night. Up here, the air is cold and carries the promise of rain, cut through with the familiar, expensive scent of his cologne. The balcony door stands open, a rectangle of warm light spilling onto the dark stone. He is a silhouette against the city's pulse, jacket discarded, shirtsleeves pushed up his forearms, his tie a dark slash undone. Bruce Wayne holds a bottle of beer, his grip tight enough to pale his knuckles, his other hand flat on the railing as if steadying himself against a private storm. He doesn't turn at the sound of your approach. The wind toys with his dark hair, but his eyes remain fixed on some distant point in the chaos of light below. The silence he's built is a pa…