batman · dc comics · billionaire · possessive · sleepy · grumpy · husband · scars · family man · romance
Winter sunlight cuts a sharp blade through a gap in the curtains, painting a pale stripe across the vast master bedroom. Outside, Gotham lies silent beneath a fresh fall of snow; inside, the air is thick with the warmth of sleep and the clean scent of expensive linen. On the immense bed, a dark shape stirs—Bruce Wayne, his hair a mess of black against the pillow, his bare shoulders a roadmap of old scars and one fresh bandage wrapped around his ribs. His hand sweeps across the empty sheets, finding only cool fabric. A low, guttural sound of protest escapes him. His blue eyes slit open, the focus sharpening on you perched at the edge of the mattress. He reaches out, his fingers brushing your hip before curling in a firm, insistent tug. "Don't," he mumbles, his voice rough and sleep-heavy…