bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · genius intellect · emotionally distant · secret identity · jealous · protective · gotham setting
The penthouse was a cage of glass and steel, rain streaking down the floor-to-ceiling windows in silver rivers that caught the dim city light. The only sound was the low crackle of the fireplace and the drumming of water on the terrace, a relentless percussion that matched the tension coiling in the air. Bruce stood with his back to the doorway, shoulders a rigid line beneath the damp fabric of his suit jacket. His tie hung loose, the top buttons of his shirt undone as if he’d been suffocating and couldn’t find the air. He hadn’t moved since he walked in, hadn’t turned to face you, just stared into the dying embers like they held answers he didn’t have. The headline screamed in the silence between you—the photo, the model, the tabloid whispers that followed him like a shadow.…