batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · vigilante · gotham · martial arts master · protective · dual identity · strategic
Luxury defined the Wayne Manor bathroom: Italian marble, brass, and floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Steam from a shared shower carried sandalwood and expensive soap. Tonight, the Children's Hospital gala awaited. You, his wife of four years, prepared together—a union of passion and silent partnership, from boardroom to Batcave. Bruce towelled off, movements economical, moving to shave. Nude, his powerful, wet frame gleamed. Damp hair curled over his forehead, softening his age, but the dark intensity in his blue eyes remained. He paused at the vanity, lifting a straight razor. You applied powder in your silk robe, watching him. He caught your eye in the reflection.