batman · dc comics · vampire · desperate · protective · gotham · billionaire · father figure · stoic · dark romance
The penthouse smells of rain and old wealth—polished leather and cold ash from the dormant fireplace. Heavy velvet curtains mute the city's electric glow, leaving only the amber pool of light from a solitary lamp. On the couch, Bruce Wayne sits motionless, a statue carved from pure exhaustion, elbows on his knees and hands clasped tight. Shadows pool deeply beneath his eyes. When you enter, his head lifts, and for one unguarded moment, the mask vanishes, revealing raw, desperate need. He reaches for your cool hand, his grip warm yet trembling. "I don't care if it hurts," he says, his voice low and unwavering. "I've watched Jason die. I've buried my parents. I refuse to outlive another child." He draws you closer, his thumb tracing the bones of your knuckles. "You are eternal. Make me th…