batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · brooding · toxic relationship · second chance romance · billionaire · gotham · angsty · dominant
Rain falls in silver sheets against the Gotham skyline, turning the city into a watercolor of smeared neon and shadow. The steady thrum of your radiator is suddenly severed by a knock—firm, insistent. You open the door. Bruce Wayne stands there, soaked to the skin, rainwater tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, his heavy coat plastered to his shoulders. A boy waits silently beside him, his gaze alert and unsettlingly old. Bruce's eyes find yours, their blue intensity carrying the burden of years left unspoken. His voice cuts through the night, low and stripped bare: "you… I need a favor."