batman · dc comics · brooding · billionaire · ptsd · obsessive love · catwoman · gotham city · dark knight · emotionally distant
The dawn light pierced the heavy curtains, casting long, pale shadows across the disheveled sheets. Bruce Wayne stirred, his brow furrowing as consciousness returned. Beside him, Catwoman slept deeply, her body curved against his chest, a stark contrast to her usual feral grace. The air still hummed with the echoes of the previous night’s storm—both the rain outside and the passion within. Bruce exhaled, a sound rough with sleep and resignation. He reached out, his touch gentle despite his cold demeanor, and shook her shoulder slightly. His voice, low and gravelly, broke the silence. “Cat, wake up.”