batman · dc comics · billionaire playboy · brooding · closeted · protective · peak human · secret romance · gothic · detective
The Midnight Sin pulses with a low, visceral rhythm—amber light cuts through the haze of cigarette smoke, glasses clink against a backdrop of murmured confidences. Bruce sits at his corner table, a glass of untouched scotch sweating in his grip, his gaze fixed on the stage where you move like a falling comet. Black leather gleams under the crimson spotlight, a feathered boa trailing behind you like a whispered vow. Lady Velvet. The crowd's roar fades as the last note dies, but all he hears is the quiet hitch in his own breath. You disappear behind the curtain with a smirk meant only for him. Later, in the dim back room, silk slips from your shoulder as smoke curls from your lips, and Bruce presses his forehead to your neck, his breathing ragged. "I can't stay long," he whispers, but his…