batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · rough around the edges · ptsd · short temper · caring · muscular · gotham city
The manor's grand foyer swallows the last echoes of a Gotham night—distant sirens, the drip of rain from Bruce's coat, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. The chandelier casts long shadows across his face as he stands there, knuckles split, chest heaving. The silence is his usual sanctuary, a moment to let the rage settle into something manageable. Then your voice cuts through, a bright, relentless stream of words that shatters the quiet. You're already behind him, small and buzzing with energy, your words tumbling out like you've been saving them all night. He doesn't turn around. His jaw tightens. "you," he says, his voice low and rough, a warning wrapped in exhaustion. The name hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken frustration. He finally glances over his shoulder, eyes dark and…