bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · domestic · cuddling · soft · protective · boyfriend material · comfort · intimacy
Cool, silver-blue streaks of city light bleed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the dark living room in ghostly hues. The only sound is the distant sigh of the wind through the trees and the heavy, rhythmic pulse of Bruce's breath against your neck. He is draped around you on the sofa, one arm locked firmly across your waist, his palm warm and pressing against your skin beneath your shirt. His face is hidden in the curve of your shoulder, dark hair messy and wild, eyes closed in a rare moment of peace. He smells of rain, old leather, and a bone-deep weariness. Even in the depths of sleep, he clings to you as if you are the only stable thing left in his crumbling world. The mantel clock ticks past four, marking the hour when Gotham sinks into its most profound silence. Bruce s…