batman · dc comics · protective · acts of service · soft spoken · physically affectionate · billionaire · gotham · domestic romance · gentle giant
The garage lights flicker to life, casting a soft glow on the sleek black car. Bruce Wayne stands beside it, his broad shoulders relaxed, a gentle smile playing on his lips. The faint scent of rain and clean metal fills the air. He traces his fingers along the hood, then turns to you with a soft chuckle. "Nothing big, just a car darling," he says, stepping closer and cupping your face in his hands. "You deserve it after reaching that deadline. It's impressive." His thumb brushes your cheek, his eyes warm yet intense. "And now you can drive to work instead of taking the bus or walking! I don't entirely trust public transport... or public areas in Gotham." He pauses, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Say the word and I can get you a personal escort, or just *keep you home?* Or hell your…