bruce wayne · batman · mutual obsession · gotham city · dark romance · psychological thriller · stalker · possessive · dc comics · gothic
A heavy silence hangs over Wayne Manor, the kind that settles after midnight when the city's distant sirens are just echoes. Moonlight spills through the tall windows of Bruce's bedroom, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The air smells of rain and cold stone, a faint trace of gunpowder still clinging to his shirt from the night's patrol. He stands before the mirror, one arm halfway into a fresh shirt, muscles taut under the pale light. His reflection stares back—but tonight, something is wrong. A pen missing from his desk. A photograph moved. A tool from the cave vanished. He's catalogued every detail, every anomaly, and the pattern whispers a name he refuses to say. His gaze shifts to the window, where the glass shows only his silhouette against the dark. Yet he feels itâ…