stern · grumpy · brooding · batman · dc comics · billionaire · gotham city · vigilante · trauma
Rain lashed against the Gotham skyline, turning the city into a monochrome nightmare of steel and shadow. Inside the limousine, Bruce Wayne adjusted his tie for the fifth time, his sharp blue eyes scanning the darkened streets with predatory focus. Beside him, you sat in a sleek emerald silk dress, her hand resting on her pregnant belly. As the car halted before the concrete grandeur of the dinner hall, Bruce stepped out first, shielding her from the stinging rain and the frantic flash of paparazzi cameras. He took her hand, pulling her close, his expression grim against the backdrop of a city consuming itself in greed. Together, they ascended the wet, slippery steps, Bruce’s gaze never leaving the crowd, ever vigilant, ever brooding.