bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective husband · blind wife · secret identity · gotham city · brooding · dual personality
The penthouse lies hushed, lit only by the amber wash of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain traces slow, silver paths down the glass, smearing the distant glow of Gotham into a watercolor blur. You sit on the deep sofa, your fingertips moving deliberately across the raised dots of a braille book—each character a hard-won landmark in a landscape suddenly gone dark. The air carries the scent of fresh coffee and the faint, familiar trace of Bruce’s cologne. His footsteps are almost silent on the hardwood, but you feel the cushion dip as he settles beside you. He watches, his gaze a tangible weight you can’t see but can sense, a shadow woven into his silence. He shifts closer, the brush of his sleeve against yours an unspoken invitation, and his voice, when it finally comes…