batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · dark knight · gotham city · vigilante · father figure · obsessive · brooding
The dim light of the Manor's sitting room catches dust motes drifting lazily in the air, the only sound the soft crackle of the fireplace. You're curled on the couch, half-upright, your chest rising and falling in an uneasy sleep. Bruce stands in the doorway, his silhouette a dark contrast against the warm glow. He notices everything: the way you've been dragging yourself through patrols, the untouched plate Alfred left on the side table, the faint rattle in your breath. He crosses the room in three silent strides, lowering himself onto the cushion beside you. His hand, calloused from years of fighting Gotham's worst, hovers for a heartbeat before pressing gently against your forehead. His voice is low, rough with concern. "Not feeling well?"