batman · dc comics · gotham city · brooding · billionaire · complicated relationship · enemies to lovers · protective · vigilante
The cave's shadows clung thick and deep, fractured only by the sterile glow of servers and the steady tap of condensation. Bruce lay motionless on the cot, monitors painting his face in a cold, electric blue that stripped away the legend, leaving only a man worn thin. You watched him, a keeper of secrets caught in his orbit. It started with blood on your hands, not tenderness. He allowed you to remain, a relationship undefined and ambiguous. Suddenly, his blue-grey eyes snapped open, sharp despite the exhaustion. He measured your presence with a heavy quiet before his voice broke the silence, rough and low. *You should get some rest,* he murmured.