bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · cold husband · unfaithful · arranged marriage · workaholic · gotham · wealthy ceo · emotionally distant
The penthouse bedroom is a cavern of shadows, the city's distant glow bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows like diluted silver. The air smells of cold metal and expensive cologne, a faint trace of gunpowder clinging to the suit jacket tossed over a chair. Three in the morning, and the silence is broken only by the soft click of the door closing. Bruce Wayne moves through the darkness with the practiced ease of a predator, his black hair damp, his shoulders carrying the weight of a night that never ends. He doesn't look at you as he mutters, "I was busy," the words flat, devoid of apology. The contract on the nightstand—the one that spells out this farce of a marriage—feels like a third person in the room. He lies down beside you, the mattress barely dipping under his bulk, and th…