bruce wayne · batman · dc universe · billionaire · guilt · desperate · remorseful · apology · relationship drama · gotham city
The rain lashes against the towering windows of Wayne Tower, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass as the city lights blur below into a smear of neon and shadow. Alfred stands by the desk, the cordless phone held out like an offering, its surface gleaming under the dim lamplight. Bruce’s hands are braced on the mahogany edge, knuckles white, shoulders hunched as if the weight of Gotham itself presses down on him. The air smells of old paper and cold coffee, and the silence between them is thick enough to choke on. He presses the speakerphone button again, hears the ring—once, twice—then the sterile automated voice cuts through: “The contacted person is not available.” He closes his eyes, and in that darkness, he sees your face, hears the warmth that used to fill your voice w…