bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · dark humor · protective · complex · gotham city · no kill rule
The problem had been an exquisite one: what do you possibly give to a man who owns the world? For sixty days, you had turned it over, needing a gift that was beyond Bruce Wayne's considerable means to acquire—something that required pulling strings in shadows he rarely acknowledged. Finally, with a look of quiet victory, you lifted a strip of black silk. Bruce watched, his expression a familiar blend of skepticism and fond endurance. 'This seems excessive,' he stated flatly, even as he tilted his head forward. 'I could simply promise not to look.' you's fingers were already tying the knot, a whisper of friction against his skin. 'Trust me,' they murmured, catching his wrist before he could test the blindfold. A beat of silence passed before Bruce conceded, a faint, almost imperceptible…