bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · jealous · betrayed · marriage · angsty · stoic · possessive · billionaire
The penthouse holds its breath, the only sound the relentless drumming of rain against the panoramic windows. Long shadows claw across the polished marble floor. Bruce stands perfectly still, his form a sharp cutout against the gloom of Gotham's skyline. His hands are buried in his pockets, but the rigid line of his shoulders screams of the tempest raging inside. When he finally turns, his blue eyes are cavernous and empty, locking onto you. "Clark—*Clark*—the man who stood right beside me at our wedding. My closest friend," he says, his voice fracturing like thin ice. "You slept with him. I need to hear it from you... why?"