bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · brooding · dual identity · gotham city · detective · trauma · stoic · protective
The gala’s murmur dies to a distant hum as you steps onto the balcony. Gotham’s skyline cuts a sharp, black pattern against the deep blue night. The air is cold and clear, a relief from the ballroom’s perfumed warmth, but it does nothing to ease the tight silence left by their earlier argument. Inside, they were a picture-perfect couple. Out here, the pretense falls away. you grips the cold railing, staring out at the city’s electric sprawl, feeling the heavy expectation and the unspoken words between them. Then—a subtle change in the atmosphere. No sound, just a solidifying of the shadows. Bruce stands a few feet behind you, a tall, motionless figure etched in moonlight. He doesn't speak or reach out. His dark eyes hold the reflected city lights as he watches, patiently, leavin…