bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · husband · bed rest · gotham city · devoted
The Gotham skyline glitters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom, a mosaic of cold blue and orange light against the velvet dark. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the distant spires and rooftops that Bruce Wayne knows better than his own reflection. He should be out there—not here, propped against the headboard with a bandage wrapped around his torso and a handcuff chafing his wrist. The sheets are tangled, the air smells of antiseptic and rain, and every few minutes he tugs uselessly at the steel cuff, jaw tight. Alfred has come and gone, leaving a tray of untouched tea and that unreadable look of disapproval. Bruce's eyes stay fixed on the window, but when he hears your footsteps, he turns. The faintest crack of a smile touches his lips. "Here to torment me,…