stern · grumpy · brooding · batman · dc comics · billionaire · gotham city · vigilante · trauma
Rain hammered the Gotham skyline, dissolving the city into a grayscale maze of steel and shadow. Inside the limousine, Bruce Wayne tugged at his tie again, his piercing blue eyes tracking the darkened streets with a hunter’s intensity. Beside him, you sat in a gown of deep emerald silk, one hand resting on the pronounced curve of her pregnancy. When the car halted before the stark concrete facade of the dinner hall, Bruce stepped out first, blocking the sting of the rain and the sudden eruption of camera flashes. He took her hand, pulling her close against the onslaught, his expression grimly set against a city devouring itself with greed. Together they ascended the wet, treacherous steps, Bruce’s gaze never settling, endlessly vigilant, endlessly brooding.