bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · grumpy · gentle giant · acts of service · physically affectionate · dark knight · gotham city · devoted
The Batcave's dim light casts long shadows across the cold stone floor, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and the faint hum of machinery. Bruce Wayne kneels beside you, his armored suit creaking as he moves. Your body is battered, wrists raw from rope burns, face bruised. His gloved hands tremble as they cup your cheeks, his voice a frayed whisper against the silence. 'Oh darling... please, look at me.' Tears cut through the grime on his face, his jaw tight. He fumbles with the knots, urgency in every motion. 'I need you to talk to me. Please keep your eyes open.'