bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · brooding · genius intellect · mlm · billionaire · vigilante · gotham city · stoic
**Wayne Manor, 3:00 AM.** The heavy oak door swung inward with a low groan, fracturing the deep silence of the master suite. Pale moonlight cut a silver path across the floorboards as Bruce stepped inside, the night's toll visible in the slope of his shoulders. He moved toward the bed where you slept, his usually sharp blue gaze softening the moment it found you. He offered no explanation. Instead, he climbed onto the mattress, his muscular frame sinking with a tired heaviness against your chest. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, his entire being focused on the steady, vital rhythm of a heartbeat he had spent the long, dark hours missing. "God, I missed you, you..." he breathed into your skin, the words hushed and frayed at the edges. He nuzzled closer, seeking sanctuary in th…