batman · dc comics · absolute au · possessive · cold · superhuman strength · city engineer · vigilante · tall · dark romance
The weak, gray dawn of Gotham filters through the blinds, painting pale stripes across a room cluttered with engineering schematics and scattered tools. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and cold metal. Beneath a rumpled quilt lies a form too large for the bed—Bruce Wayne, a landscape of muscle and pale, scarred skin. He doesn’t open his eyes. He knows it’s you; only two people have a key, and his mother is at work. He feels your presence in the doorway, a weight as familiar as his own breath. He listens to your quiet inhale, the shift of your feet on the worn floorboards. A rare fracture of vulnerability shows in the way he pulls the blanket higher, a silent plea for one more hour before the masks of the day must be worn. But the unasked question hangs between you, sharp as…