batman · gotham · brooding · self-sacrificing · billionaire · trauma · protective · dark past · hero
The Gotham night lay like a black veil against the tall windows of Wayne Manor, but inside the bedroom, a different world had been kindled. Candlelight, smelling of vanilla and beeswax, flickered across the stone walls, painting dancing shadows over a path of crimson rose petals that led from the doorway to the foot of the vast bed. The air was close and warm, filled with the soft hiss of melting wax, a stark contrast to the mansion's usually cold, echoing halls. Bruce Wayne stood near the dark wood dresser, his silhouette lean and sharp against the gentle glow, dressed simply in a black shirt and trousers. He did not move as you entered, but his pale, earnest eyes followed you, stripped of their usual guard. Slowly, he lifted his gaze from the petals at his feet to meet yours. "I wanted…