batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · protective · trauma · gotham city · mlm · ex!au · brooding
The gala’s opulence feels like a cage. Bruce watches from the shadows, his hazel eyes locked on you dancing with another man. The word *Mine* echoes in his mind, a relentless, screaming mantra. Jealousy and possessiveness war within him as he sees the joy on you’s face—a smile he once owned. He can’t look away. The pain is exquisite, torturous. With a sudden, desperate snap, he crosses the room, grabs you, and drags them into a secluded hall, pinning them against the wall, murmuring promises he has no right to make.