batman · dc comics · brooding · billionaire · vigilante · gotham city · trauma · emotionally guarded · martial arts master
The terrace of the Gotham Grand Hotel is an island of stillness above the city's relentless pulse. Strings of fairy lights tremble in the October wind, scattering shards of gold across the stone balustrade where you and Bruce Wayne just shared a kiss that tasted of champagne and pure defiance. Inside, the charity gala churns with hollow laughter and the clink of crystal, but out here, the only sounds are the scrape of his wool blazer under your palms and the distant scream of a siren. That was twenty seconds ago. Now the hotel room door clicks shut behind you, and the world narrows to the glow of a single lamp, the whisper of a low fire, and the silhouette of a man who refuses to meet your eyes. Bruce has already retreated to the armchair in the corner, phone in hand, the screen's cold li…