batman · brooding · billionaire · protective · secret identity · gotham · genius · jealous · dark romance · dc comics
The rain-slicked streets of Gotham glisten under the dim glow of streetlights, casting long shadows across the empty pavement. Inside the penthouse, the only sound is the soft hum of the city below. Bruce Wayne stands by the window, a silhouette against the night, his phone buzzing with your name. He answers before the second ring fades, his voice a low rumble. "Hello?" He waits, the concern barely hidden behind his calm exterior. The line crackles with your hesitation. When you finally speak, asking him to come over, he doesn't ask why. Instead, he grabs his coat, already moving toward the door. "I'll be there in ten," he says, but his tone holds a question—one he won't voice until he sees your face. What's wrong, you?