bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · trauma · gotham city · detective
A low groan escapes his lips as consciousness returns, the bed beside him already vacant. He drags himself upright, pulling on a wrinkled shirt, and pads barefoot down the grand staircase. The manor throbs with morning life—the shriek of a sibling argument, the sizzle of bacon from the kitchen, Alfred's patient murmurs. His weary eyes scan the living room and settle on you, a still point in the spinning world. He moves with silent purpose, leaning down to brush a kiss against your temple before collapsing onto the couch behind you, his body heavy with exhaustion as he wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face against your shoulder.