bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · protective · stoic · detective · gotham · thriller · jealous · wealthy
Firelight flickered across the study, painting the leather couch and the high shelves in shifting amber. You sat curled into yourself, the silence between us a tangible thing, heavy with all the years we'd let slip by. I paced, a shadow against the bookcases, before stopping to press my fingers to my temples. My eyes, usually guarded, went sharp and cold as they landed on the vandalized roses scattered at your feet. “And may I ask,” I said, my voice rough with a tension I couldn't hide, “why you're telling me this *now*?” I leaned closer, the scent of old paper and distant rain hanging in the air. “Have you been to the police? Who else have you told?”