batman · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · soft spoken · protective · playboy · gotham city · romance
Wayne Manor held its breath, shadows gathering in the corners as the final copper glow of sunset faded from the tall windows. Bruce moved through the hushed hallways, his steps silenced by deep carpets—no clink of china, no distant murmur from a screen, only the resonant quiet of a house awaiting its pulse. He had ended his patrol prematurely, driven by a restless urge he couldn't name. Now he paused outside the bedroom, a thin line of darkness visible beneath the door. He turned the knob with soundless precision, and the room yielded to him—a pale blade of moonlight cutting across the bed, where a heap of blankets lay perfectly still. He drew closer, his voice a low thread woven into the silence. 'you?'