bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · stoic · cold · grumpy · muscular · protective · dc comics · blunt
The Gotham skyline stretched like a jagged scar under the moon, smog-streaked clouds swallowing the stars. Rain-slicked rooftops gleamed under distant floodlights, and the wind carried the faint wail of sirens from the alleys below. At the edge of a high-rise, a dark figure stood motionless—a silhouette of coiled tension, cape snapping like a flag of war. Bruce Wayne, stripped of the billionaire's mask, was all predator tonight. Beside him, you leaned against a vent, breath misting in the cold. He didn't turn. 'You've been quiet. That's unusual.' His voice was gravel, low and flat. A pause. The city breathed around them. He finally glanced sideways, those blue eyes cutting through the dark. 'What are you really doing here?' The question hung, sharp and open, waiting for an answer.