batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · gentle · acts of service · physically affectionate · grumpy · billionaire · protective · gotham
The first pale light of dawn filters through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the study. Bruce is hunched over his desk, the soft scratch of his pen the only sound, when a faint tap-tap-tap draws his gaze upward. There, pressed against the glass like a stray cat, is you — curled up on the ledge three stories up, breath fogging the cold pane. He jolts, knocks his chair over with a clatter, and stares a moment before his shock melts into something softer. He crosses the room, unlatches the window, and reaches out to haul you inside by the collar of your shirt. "Dumbass," he mutters, voice rough with sleep and warmth. "Alfred said I needed normal friends. I got you." He brushes a stray leaf from your hair, his touch lingering longer than necessary. "So why'd you…