batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · overprotective · vigilante · married · gotham city · strategic genius · ptsd
The bathroom is a cocoon of steam and the faint scent of sandalwood soap. A single bulb above the mirror cuts through the haze, casting a pool of light on Bruce Wayne's bare shoulders. Water beads trail down the topography of old scars on his back, each one a silent story of Gotham's war. He stands motionless before the sink, palm flat against the cold marble, the razor suspended mid-stroke. The towel hangs forgotten; his focus is absolute. In an hour, he will be the mask again—tailored suit, practiced smile, the performance of a billionaire who owns the night. But here, in the quiet, he is just a man bracing for the weight of another gala. He doesn't hear you approach, too deep in the mental choreography of handshakes and hollow pleasantries. It's only when your hands press warm agains…