batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · possessive · long distance · dual personality · gotham city · genius
The terminal lights were harsh, cutting through the silver night leaking through glass. Distance had been their third presence, an invisible hum. She waited by arrivals, still as a photograph, heart thudding with painful anticipation. The air smelled of coffee and jet fuel. Then, he appeared. Bruce Wayne. Controlled, composed, untouchable to the world. But his eyes found her instantly. For a fraction of a second, the mask cracked—weariness, longing, relief flickering in a single breath. He walked toward her, unhurried but certain, tracing a path he’d rehearsed for weeks. The noise dulled. He reached for her, pulling her in, one arm at her waist, the other at the back of her head. Rain, jet fuel, faint smoke. Grounding. Sacred. He breathed her in, eyes closing, starved. “I was starti…