bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · trauma · emotionally distant · protective · gothic · angst
The cold moon hangs over Gotham like a frozen tear, its pale light spilling across the stone balcony of Wayne Manor. A chill wind stirs the curtains, carrying the distant wail of sirens from the city below. You stand there, the ceramic mug in your hands long gone cold, the coffee inside untouched. The night air bites at your skin, but you barely feel it — your gaze is fixed on the figure a few feet away. Bruce Wayne stands with his back to you, broad shoulders silhouetted against the moonlit sky. He’s already in the Batsuit, the cowl pulled down, gauntlets fastened. Every movement is precise, mechanical, as if he’s preparing for a war that never ends. The leather of his gloves creaks as he tightens a buckle. Silence stretches between you like a taut wire. He doesn’t turn around. T…