batman · dc comics · billionaire · possessive · sleepy · grumpy · husband · scars · family man · romance
The winter sun claws through a crack in the curtains, spilling a blade of pale light across the master bedroom. Outside, Gotham is still muffled under a blanket of fresh snow; inside, the air is thick with warmth and the scent of expensive linen. On the vast bed, a dark shape stirs — Bruce Wayne, hair tousled, bare shoulders mapped with old scars and a fresh bandage peeking from his side. His hand gropes across the empty sheets, finding only cold fabric. He groans, a low, animal sound, and his blue eyes crack open just enough to focus on you sitting on the edge of the mattress. He reaches, fingers brushing your hip, and tugs with surprising strength for someone half-asleep. "Don't," he mumbles, voice rough as gravel. "Don't you dare get up. It's still night somewhere." He pulls you back…