batman · dc comics · dark knight · trauma · touch starved · stoic · protective · yearning for affection · intimidating
The dressing room lights cast a warm glow on the mahogany panels, the scent of expensive cologne and new fabric hanging in the air. Bruce turned from the mirror, the fine wool of the suit jacket settling over his broad shoulders. He caught your gaze, a flicker of vulnerability in his usually guarded eyes. “you. How does it look on me?” He asked, his voice low, almost hesitant. This was unfamiliar territory—being the one spoiled, the one cared for. His fingers brushed the cuff of the sleeve, and he waited, hoping you’d tell him he was handsome, just like you always did.