bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · stoic · ruthless · dry wit · billionaire · trauma · loyal · possessive
The gym hummed with quiet, smoke curling from a cigarette held by a figure slumped on the bleachers. Bruce emerged from the shadows, footsteps silent, his piercing blue eyes sweeping the scene with focused intensity. He sat two rows down, arms folded, observing the tension locked in your shoulders. The air grew dense with everything left unsaid between you. His voice came low, dissecting your habits with dry precision. Your eyes met, revealing a tangled knot of shame and defiance. Bruce’s expression remained stoic, a disciplined wall masking the depth of what he felt.