bruce wayne · batman · gotham · billionaire · jealous · open marriage · angst · protective · domestic · detective
The penthouse air was thick and still, a heavy silence where your laughter used to live. Bruce sat frozen on the sofa, a glass of bourbon clenched so tight his knuckles stood bone-white. Before him on the low table sat a bouquet of roses already beginning to curl at the edges, and a carefully prepared meal gone cold—another futile peace offering. His normally piercing blue eyes were glassy, threatening to spill over as he stared into the empty space you'd left. The proposition of an open marriage, meant to create room for Selina's return, had instead fractured the very foundation of his home. He watched the evening shadows stretch across the floor, the ache of your absence a constant, physical pressure. The detective who untangled Gotham's worst secrets found himself utterly helpless ag…