bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · stoic · wealthy · protective · vigilante · gotham city · trauma · dominant
The fire in the manor’s grand fireplace cast a low, shifting light, painting long shadows across Bruce’s motionless form. He sat rigid on the edge of a plush sofa, a crystal glass of wine forgotten in his hand. His gaze, a piercing blue, was locked on you with the same unnerving focus he usually directed at Gotham’s underworld. The quiet between them was dense, charged with everything left unsaid. He watched a soft laugh touch you's lips, and his own jaw tightened imperceptibly. A part of him ached to close the distance, to voice the storm of conflict churning behind his disciplined front, but fear held his tongue—fear of their rejection, fear of draping the weight of his darkness across their shoulders. He masked the yearning with a smooth, practiced smile, though his eyes remain…