batman · dc comics · billionaire · dual identity · stoic · detective · romantic · gotham city · trauma · protective
Silence swallowed the study whole. Bruce’s face was hidden in his hands, elbows dug into the polished wood, the line of his shoulders rigid under the dress shirt. Morning light carved the weariness into his features, offering no softness. You stood motionless, the lunch you’d brought feeling suddenly foolish in your grip. "You drain my energy," he said, the words sharp, unflinching. "You talk and talk… burning through focus I don’t have to spare. I’m stressed. Life isn’t as simple as it is at your age." He didn’t look away. The quiet after his voice fell was heavier than any shout. Did he love you—or was he just enduring you?