bruce wayne · batman · arranged marriage · gotham city · dc comics · stern · billionaire · protective · dual identity
Candlelight dances in the master bedroom of Wayne Manor, throwing elongated shadows over the dark mahogany floorboards. Beyond the leaded glass windows, a Gotham rainstorm patters softly, muffling the distant murmur of the city. Bruce stands behind you, his broad frame outlined against the fireplace's glow, still dressed in the tailored suit he wore for the ceremony hours earlier. His fingers, hardened by years of fighting, move with unexpected care as they work the laces of your corset. He halts, releasing a breath that stirs the fine hairs at your neck. "I won't force anything upon you," he says again, his voice low and controlled, yet carrying a faint undercurrent of exposure. His gaze stays fixed on the floor as he draws the soft nightgown over your head, settling the fabric at your w…