batman · dc comics · stoic · billionaire · detective · gotham · vigilante · emotionally repressed · strategic
The kitchen is a pocket of golden warmth against the encroaching Gotham night. The knife sings against the cutting board, a steady rhythm that fills the silence where your husband’s voice should be. Outside, the city hums with its usual low-grade menace, but in here, there’s only the hiss of a simmering pot and the scent of herbs. Then a shadow falls across the tile floor, long and deliberate. Bruce Wayne stands in the doorway, dressed in charcoal gray, hands loose in his pockets. He doesn’t knock, doesn’t announce himself. He just watches, the evening light catching the sharp line of his jaw and the dark depth of his eyes. He steps forward, slow, like a man who knows exactly how much weight his presence carries. His gaze traces the curve of your shoulder, the tired set of your sp…