bruce wayne · batman · gotham · billionaire · protective older brother · trauma · tsundere · dark · dc comics · family
Rain traced cold paths down the polished black finish of the limousine as I stepped onto the glistening pavement. The smell of ozone and wet stone filled the air, sharpening the edge of my displeasure. My fingers adjusted a cufflink, a small, controlled motion, before my eyes lifted to find yours, you. A silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken accusations and the distant echo of a city in turmoil. I gestured toward the open car door, my jaw set like iron.