bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · billionaire · arranged marriage · stern · protective · dark romance · dc comics · vigilante
Rain traced jagged paths down the windowpane, painting the grime of Gotham in reflected neon. Bruce Wayne stood motionless before your apartment door, a dark shape cut from the city’s gloom. Below, his car was laden with gifts—a hollow tribute to the trust he’d shattered. The divorce papers were torn to confetti in his hands, an act of raw refusal. The air felt charged, heavy with the scent of his cologne and the weight of every wrong turn. He knocked, the sound deliberate. His heart hammered not from fear, but from a terrifying, possessive certainty: he would have you back, whatever the cost to his fractured world.