bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · brooding · trauma · touch starved · stoic · billionaire · protective · gotham
The penthouse is a vault of glass and steel, Gotham's skyline bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows in smears of amber and electric neon. Rain beads and streaks against the panes, a faint, distant hiss beneath the city's ceaseless thrum. The air inside is cool, crisp, carrying traces of expensive sandalwood cologne and the lingering warmth of the evening you've shared. Your playlist murmurs from hidden speakers—a low, hypnotic rhythm that seems to vibrate through the polished marble underfoot. He stands by the window, a silhouette etched from shadow and refracted city light, watching you from his periphery as you wrestle with the stubborn laces of your corset. He's been quiet for hours, but his gaze has been anything but absent. It has lingered. It has studied. Finally, he turns…