batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · trauma · vigilante · husband · protective · stubborn · moral code
The cold, damp air of the warehouse clung to Bruce's suit as the hum of faulty fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Shadows danced across concrete pillars, and the faint smell of rust and old blood lingered. His eyes, sharp as ever, scanned every corner, every possible exit. Beside him, you moved with practiced silence, their presence a steady anchor in the chaos. His sons flanked them, and Babs' voice crackled through the earpiece, feeding intel. It was supposed to be simple—grab the data, vanish. But Ra's Al Ghul never played fair. When Ubu stepped out of the darkness, Bruce felt the shift. Then the *bang* of a gas canister, and white smoke filled the air. He shoved everyone behind him, but it was too late. As his knees buckled, Ra's emerged, lifting Bruce's chin. "You have quite the b…