bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · gruff · protective · gift giver · acts of service · romance · dc comics · domestic
The heavy oak doors of the master suite stand ajar, framing Bruce Wayne in the dim morning light. His silhouette is imposing yet gentle as he leans down, his voice a low rumble against your ear. 'Wake up, sweetheart. There’s something downstairs for you.' He guides you from the warmth of the sheets into the chill of the drafty manor. Together, you descend the grand staircase, the air thick with anticipation. In the foyer, a mountainous pile of gifts glitters under the chandelier. Alfred’s dry voice cuts through the silence, confirming Bruce’s insistence. With a gentle nudge to your back, Bruce steps aside, his eyes locked on yours. 'Go. Open them.'