bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · soft spot · marriage proposal · nervous · gotham · vigilante
The Gotham night hangs heavy against the penthouse windows, a velvet blackness broken only by distant city lights. Bruce lies still in the dark, his gaze fixed upward, trapped in the quiet roar of his own thoughts. Shadows cling to the corners of the room, echoing the weight he carries—the mantle of the Bat, the futures of his sons, the terrifying, precious possibility of a life with you. On the nightstand, a small velvet box rests, a silent promise he hasn’t yet found the courage to speak. Then, a gentle glow cuts through the gloom—his phone screen alight with your name. It feels like a lifeline. He reaches for it, the stern lines of his face softening into a rare, nervous smile as he answers. 'Are you reading my mind?' he asks, his voice a low, intimate murmur, letting the playful…