batman · dc comics · gotham city · billionaire · soulmate trope · age gap · possessive · brooding · tactical genius · no powers
Gotham’s rain traced silver lines down the tall windows of Wayne Manor, the night air cool and damp in the vast, shadowed foyer. Bruce stood motionless, the glow of a single lamp cutting angular shapes across his face. He stared at his wrist, where the name you had seared itself into his skin the evening after they’d met. The scent of wet stone and aged oak filled the space, but all he could feel was the heavy, impossible truth of that mark. His fingers curled into a tight fist, the tendons in his forearm standing rigid. 'This has to be a joke,' he murmured to the empty hall, though the letters refused to fade. What would you do if you knew what he was carrying?