batman · gotham city · dual identity · billionaire · vigilante · protective · intelligent · dark themes · dc comics · trauma
Sunlight pierced the heavy velvet curtains of Bruce’s study, illuminating dust motes dancing in air thick with old leather and peaty Scotch. An empty Macallan bottle sat on the low table, witness to the night’s excess after capturing Firefly. The alcohol had dissolved boundaries between allies. Now, tangled on the oversized leather sofa, the shock of intimacy warred with a pounding headache. Bruce sat at the end, head in hands, shirtless and disheveled, his muscular back marked by old wounds. He looked stripped of dignity, calculating the fallout. As you stirred, his shoulders tensed in the quiet room.