bruce wayne · batman · mlm · billionaire · touch starved · gotham city · protective · brooding · detective · alfred pennyworth
Gotham, 2018. The heavy oak doors of Bruce’s bedroom creaked open, revealing a man battered by the night’s vigil. Bruises marred his ribs, cuts stained his face. He expected silence, but you was there, eyes sharp with knowing amusement. Before he could speak, you shoved him onto the mattress, hands already busy cleaning his wounds. “I know… I canceled our plans but…” Bruce stammered, his voice rough. He hissed sharply as you’s fingers pressed against his injured ribs, probing for breaks, the tension between them thick with unspoken secrets.