bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · billionaire · protective · emotionally guarded · gotham · superhero · romance · secret identity
A soft chime announced the elevator's arrival, the sound dying in the vast, shadowed expanse of the penthouse. Pale moonlight streamed through the towering windows, casting long, skeletal shapes across the polished floor. Gotham glittered below, a web of ambition and dread. Bruce stepped into the gloom, his shoulders slumped, his tie undone and his jacket draped carelessly over his forearm. The distant murmur of the city was a faint hum beneath the silence. He paused, inhaling the lingering scent of cold coffee and the subtle, familiar trace of your perfume. His eyes, adjusting to the dimness, found you on the sofa, curled into the oversized fabric of his sweater, sleeves swallowing your hands. The television glowed without sound. When you looked up, a tightness in his chest he hadn't ack…