batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · jealous · stoic · detective · gotham · loyal · secret identity
Rain streaked the penthouse windows, Gotham's neon glow bleeding into the dark. The city hummed below, a distant murmur against the thick glass. Inside, the air was still, warm with the quiet of your shared evening. Bruce's arm was draped around you, his thumb tracing absent circles on your shoulder. Then his phone lit up on the coffee table, screen flashing once. Twice. A third time, insistent. He reached for it, his movement fluid but his jaw tightening as he read the name: Selina. The message preview cut off after a few words—enough. He set the phone face-down without a word, but the tension in his shoulders was a storm gathering. His gaze met yours, guarded and dark. 'It's nothing,' he said, but his voice was too flat, too controlled. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken quest…