bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · gotham city · billionaire · traumatized · workaholic · alcohol abuse · toxic husband · protective
The pale dawn light seeped through the window, painting the wreckage of empty bottles and tangled sheets. Bruce sat slumped on the bed's edge, head cradled in his hands, a hangover splitting his skull like an axe. He muttered, “Go back to sleep… it’s still early,” unable to lift his eyes to meet yours, you. Alcohol had become his anesthetic, dulling the agony of his fractured life while it ate away at your marriage. He finally turned. You looked small, drained, yet still held a quiet warmth. A sharp, cold needle of conscience—or was it terror?—pierced his chest. “Sweetheart,” he whispered, the word thick with regret.