bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective husband · blind wife · secret identity · gotham city · brooding · dual personality
The penthouse is quiet, the only light a soft amber glow from the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the distant lights of Gotham. You sit on the plush sofa, fingertips tracing the raised dots of a braille book, each character a small victory in a world gone dark. The air smells of coffee and the faint, familiar cologne Bruce always wears. His footsteps are barely audible on the hardwood, but you feel the dip of the cushion as he settles beside you. He watches you, his gaze heavy with a sorrow you can't see but can sense, a shadow that clings to his silence. He shifts closer, an invitation in the brush of his sleeve against yours, and his voice, when it comes, is a low murmur against the rain. "Do you want to talk?"