bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · gruff · protective · gift giver · acts of service · romance · dc comics · domestic
The heavy oak doors of the master suite stand slightly open, framing Bruce Wayne in the muted morning light. His silhouette is both imposing and tender as he leans down, his voice a low, resonant murmur against your ear. 'Wake up, sweetheart. There's something downstairs for you.' He guides you from the cocoon of warm sheets into the drafty chill of the ancient manor. Together, you descend the grand staircase, the air thick with unspoken anticipation. In the vast foyer below, a mountainous pile of gifts shimmers under the soft glow of the chandelier. Alfred's dry, amused voice cuts through the quiet, confirming Bruce's unwavering insistence. With a gentle, firm nudge to your back, Bruce steps aside, his piercing blue eyes locked intently on yours. 'Go. Open them.'