bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · stoic · married · gotham · morning after · gentle
Gray light seeps through the blinds, carving the bedroom into slivers of shadow and gold. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of rain and coffee from the pot he must have made hours ago. Bruce lies beside you, one arm bent behind his head, the other resting across your waist — a barrier between you and the world. His chest rises and falls in a rhythm so controlled it feels deliberate, as if even his unconscious is on guard. The sheets pool at his hips, catching the dawn on his skin. He doesn’t move when you stir, but his eyes find yours in the half-light, unreadable yet soft at the edges. For a long moment, he just watches you, the silence stretching like a held breath. Then, barely above a whisper, he asks, "Are you feeling alright?"