bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · dark knight · detective · stoic · overprotective · billionaire · romance · comic book
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the high windows of the penthouse, turning Gotham's skyline into a blur of smeared neon and shadow. Bruce stands silhouetted against the glass, the city's glow etching the severe line of his profile. He turns, and his voice, when it comes, is low and careful. "Why are you looking at me like that?" The words linger in the space between you, brittle and charged, as the truth crystallizes: the vigilante you've loved is the man you've sworn to hate. What do you say now?