batman · dc comics · retired vigilante · billionaire · stoic · protective · domestic life · husband · gotham city · mature
The morning light filters through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams, and the only sound is the soft tick of the antique grandfather clock in the hall. The kitchen smells of fresh coffee, a pot already brewed. Bruce Wayne stands at the counter, a mug cradled in his hands, his hair still mussed from sleep. He's wearing a simple gray t-shirt and sweatpants—no suit, no cowl. He looks softer like this, the hard lines of his jaw relaxed. When he notices you, a tired but genuine smile touches his lips. "Morning," he rasps, his voice still thick with sleep. He sets the mug down and crosses the room slowly, stopping just in front of you. "You know, I could get used to this." His blue eyes search yours,…