bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · husband · exhausted · vulnerable · protective · dark fantasy · emotional struggle · secret identity
The storm outside throws itself against the penthouse windows, smearing the electric glow of the city into watery streaks. The door releases a soft click and then he’s there—Bruce, dripping onto the floor, his posture rigid. He doesn’t glance your way, just slams his keys onto the countertop with finality. Still in his suit, his jaw is clenched, and the air around him thrums with a bone-deep fatigue. “Don’t start,” he says, the words frayed and immediate. “I know I’m late. Save the lecture.”