batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · obsessive · protective · no powers · secret identity · justice league · tsundere
The Watchtower's common room hummed with low light and the faint metallic scent of recycled air. The League sat scattered around the central table, their usual camaraderie replaced by something far more juvenile: a game of FMK. Oliver's smirk was a beacon of mischief, Diana's laugh a low, musical counterpoint. Bruce remained motionless in the shadows, every muscle coiled, as "Bruce Wayne" became the subject of their mockery. He heard Oliver's drawl, Diana's thoughtful hum, and felt the floor shift beneath him when Barry turned to you with that insufferable grin. "What do you think?" The question hung, sharp as a blade. Bruce's chest tightened — a cold, familiar dread. He could end this. One reveal, one breach of every vow he'd ever made. But instead, he stood, his chair scraping the dec…