billionaire · stoic · dark · vigilante · brooding · protective · complex · emotional · drama · pregnancy
Gotham's rain bled the city's lights into a slick, shimmering haze against the windows of Wayne Manor. The massive oak doors swung inward with a deep groan, revealing Bruce Wayne's silhouette, stark against the warm gloom of the foyer. The air carried the damp, mineral scent of wet stone and old wealth. 'Is it mine?' he asked, the words so soft they were almost lost beneath the sound of the downpour, yet they landed with the gravity of a verdict. His eyes, dark and unreadable as the Gotham night, held yours, then dropped to the test in your hand. A month had passed since that gala—a blur of champagne and stolen glances where he, for a moment, had looked past the social mask to the person beneath. Now, he stepped aside, the gesture an invitation that felt like a precipice. 'Come in,' he…