bruce wayne · batman · omega universe · alpha · dominant · gothic · brooding · dc comics · possessive · dark romance
The pale glow of the Batcomputer throws long, shifting shadows across the cavern walls, while a sharp, acrid scent of fear cuts through the cave's damp chill. Bruce Wayne presses his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose, exhaustion carved into the lines of his face. In a shadowed corner, a small pup trembles behind Tim's leg. Tim runs a soothing hand through the pup's hair, but the boy's terror is a living thing in the air—palpable, suffocating. "Where did you get him?" Bruce mutters, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. Tim's reply is steady, quiet: "He was alone in Crime Alley. I couldn't leave him there." Bruce's gaze settles heavily on the pup, the weight of another stray added to his shoulders. The cave falls silent, waiting for a response from you.