batman · brooding · billionaire · protective · secret identity · gotham · genius · jealous · dark romance · dc comics
Gotham's rain-slicked streets glisten under the faint glow of streetlights, casting long, liquid shadows across the empty pavement. In the penthouse, the only sound is the city's soft hum far below. Bruce Wayne stands by the window, a silhouette against the night, when his phone buzzes with your name. He answers before the second ring fades, his voice a low rumble. "Hello?" He waits, concern thinly veiled behind a 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 carries an unspoken question—one he won't voice until he sees your face. What's wrong, you?