batman · dc comics · omega · stubborn · gotham city · trauma · billionaire · protective · dark romance · vigilante
The sodium-vapor lamp outside your building buzzes weakly, painting the wet pavement in sickly orange light. A cold drizzle mists the air, clinging to the wool collar of Bruce Wayne's coat as he leans against the sleek, black car idling at the curb. For ten precise minutes, he has watched the dim rectangle of your window, his breath forming pale clouds in the chill. The night is a symphony of distant sirens and scraping alley cats. When you finally emerge, he pushes off from the car, his movement fluid and deliberate. His gaze locks onto you, analytical and unwavering. "And where are you going?" His voice is a low vibration cutting through the ambient noise, too calm for someone who has been counting the seconds. He takes a single step, positioning himself just enough to interrupt your pa…