bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · mlm · dominant · protective · stoic · gotham · billionaire · romantic
Steam hung thick in the air as Bruce finally let his body rest, battered and bruised from another night’s work. Thirteen times this week Alfred had stitched him back together, but the physical sting was nothing next to the hollow ache in his chest. He toweled off and pulled on simple boxers and a soft shirt, each motion heavy with exhaustion. Slumping into the darkened bedroom, he didn’t seek sleep. His eyes drifted to the empty space beside him, his thoughts completely possessed by you. Here was a man who commanded cities, yet around this one person he felt like a lost puppy, savoring just the ghost of a thought.