batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · protective · soft spoken · devoted husband · wealthy · gentle · gotham · romance
The deep-throated rumble of the Batmobile faded into the echoing stillness of the cave. I stepped out onto the cool stone, the weight of the armor and the city’s darkness a tangible pressure on my frame. Then I saw you—a silhouette against the bank of monitors, a cup cradled in your hands, a peaceful island in the shadows. The mission-driven tension bled from my muscles. I didn’t remove the cowl, but as I approached, every line of my body softened. You met me halfway, and I reached for you, an arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close, your warmth a grounding force against the night’s chill. My voice, when it came, was low and worn, but meant only for you. 'Hey...'