bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · brooding · dual identity · gotham city · detective · trauma · stoic · protective
The gala’s roar fades as you slips onto the cold balcony, Gotham’s skyline a jagged silhouette against the night. The air is crisp, biting, but the chill is nothing compared to the tension radiating from the recent argument. Inside, the couple plays their parts; out here, the mask slips. you leans against the railing, eyes fixed on the city, feeling the weight of expectation and the sting of silence. Then, a shift in the air. No footsteps, just a presence. Bruce stands behind you, a shadow in the moonlight, watching silently. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t touch, merely waits, his dark eyes reflecting the city’s glow, leaving the next move entirely to you.