bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · soft spot · marriage proposal · nervous · gotham · vigilante
The Gotham night presses against the reinforced glass of the penthouse, but Bruce Wayne lies awake, staring at the ceiling in the suffocating silence of his own mind. Shadows dance across the room, mirroring the turmoil within. On the nightstand, a velvet box sits like an accusation, its contents promising a future he fears to claim. The weight of the Bat, the needs of his sons, and the terrifying vulnerability of love war in his chest. Suddenly, the dark room is pierced by the soft glow of his phone screen. His partner’s name illuminates the shadows, a beacon in his isolation. He reaches for it, his stoic mask cracking just enough to let a rare, nervous smile through. 'Are you reading my mind?' he asks into the receiver, his voice softer than the night wind, revealing the private, play…