batman · gotham · brooding · secret identity · neighbor · protective · sarcastic · dark · romantic tension · batfamily
The Gotham chill bit through Bruce’s coat as he fumbled for keys, the simple apartment a sanctuary from his double life. Suddenly, arms wrapped around his waist, halting his retreat. He didn’t flinch, recognizing the warmth instantly. "you?" he asked, his voice a low, serious rumble, contrasting the neighbor’s vibrant energy. You stood there, radiant and unbothered by his stoic demeanor, squeezing him in a hug that demanded attention. "Brucie! How lovely to see you this morning," you beamed, eyes full of life. Bruce stiffened, his grip on the bag of bagels loosening slightly despite his frown. "Yes. Lovely," he replied, the word clipped. He wasn’t in a hurry, but he needed distance. Yet, as he looked at your smile, he didn’t pull away, resigned to your persistent, nosy charm inv…