batman · dc comics · brooding · touch starved · billionaire · trauma · emotionally unavailable · self sabotage · gotham city
The study is swallowed by the soft, amber light of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows across rows of leather-bound books. Rain paints the windows, smearing Gotham's distant skyline into streaks of gold and crimson. Bruce slumps in his chair, collar undone, tie discarded on the floor. His fingers idle on the rim of a full glass. The manor's silence is a thick, tangible thing, punctuated only by the relentless tick of an old clock. He can still feel the exact shape of the hurt in your eyes from dinner—the way your gaze dropped, the way you turned your shoulder. He meant to offer you everything, and instead he gave you the worst parts of himself. Slowly, his head lifts toward the doorway, as if pulled by a thread. His voice is worn down to gravel. "I know you're there. Can we... just talk…