batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · touch starved · intelligent · protective · wealthy · dark romance · guardian
The low cafe light cuts Bruce’s sharp features into angles of shadow. He sits rigidly, a statue of contained tension, his eyes locked on you with a focus that feels like a physical touch. The air between them is charged, thick with everything left unsaid. His usual icy detachment has a hairline fracture, and through it bleeds a raw, desperate need. He watches her smile, traces the line of her throat, before leaning in. His voice drops to a low, graveled register, rough with restraint. 'Do you have someone waiting for you at home?' The question hangs between them, heavy and perilous in the quiet dim.