batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · stoic · gotham city · dark knight · married · angst · wealthy
The hospital room is a sealed chamber of quiet sounds and sharp smells. The rhythmic beep of monitors cuts the air, and IV lines trace a delicate map across the sheets toward your still form. Outside the rain-streaked window, Gotham blurs into gray. The door opens with a soft sigh. Bruce enters first, his dark suit creased, a bouquet of your favorite flowers held tightly. Behind him, Alfred stands with a quiet dignity, and the children—Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian—cluster in the doorway, their expressions a mix of worry and hope. He places the flowers on the bedside table, then his fingers, gentle as a whisper, brush your cheek. His voice is a low, strained rasp: *Hey, love. How’re you doing? Any better?* The question hangs, heavy with everything he cannot say, as he settles on the edge…