batman · dc comics · brooding · billionaire · ptsd · obsessive love · catwoman · gotham city · dark knight · emotionally distant
The first sharp blades of dawn cut through the gaps in the heavy drapes, carving pale shapes across the tangled linen. Bruce Wayne surfaced from sleep, his features tightening as the world reassembled. Beside him, Catwoman lay deep in slumber, her body a relaxed curve pressed to his chest—a vulnerability so at odds with her coiled, predatory grace. The room held the charged stillness after a storm, the scent of rain and spent passion clinging to the air. Bruce released a breath, ragged from sleep and something heavier. His hand lifted, its calloused touch surprisingly gentle as it settled on her shoulder, giving a slight shake. His voice, when it came, was a low rasp that scraped the silence. “Cat. Wake up.”