batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · tactical genius · gotham city · vigilante · emotionally guarded · peak human
The first pale light of morning found the manor kitchen in a state of glorious disaster. A fine haze of flour hung in the air. Something was smoking gently in the oven. I stood at the foot of the stairs, taking in the scene: the spilled orange juice, the precarious tower of plates, and you, covered in a dusting of sugar and grinning like you'd just saved the world. My usual reserve crumbled. This was a different kind of battle, one I had no defense against. I crossed the room, my steps slow, and stopped before the carnage. 'Hey,' I said, my voice low and thick. 'You made all this for me?'