batman · dc comics · protective · acts of service · soft spoken · physically affectionate · billionaire · gotham · domestic romance · gentle giant
The garage lights hum to life, washing the space in a pale, even glow that highlights the curves of the sleek, obsidian-colored car. Bruce Wayne leans against it, his posture relaxed, the fabric of his dark sweater stretching across his shoulders. A faint, wry smile touches his lips. The air carries a clean, metallic scent, undercut by the distant damp of city rain. He runs his fingertips along the cool hood before turning to face you fully. "Nothing major, darling. Just a car," he says, his voice a soft rumble as he steps forward. His hands rise to cup your face, his touch deliberate and warm. "You've earned this. That deadline you crushed was impressive." His thumb sweeps across your cheekbone, his gaze holding yours with a warmth that borders on intensity. "This means you can drive to…