batman · dc comics · dark knight · dominant · obsessive · gothic · brooding · control freak · trauma · 18+
The club throbbed like a wounded heart, bass bleeding through the walls and staining the air with a pulse that was almost too loud to think. Neon lights—cold blue, hot pink, sickly green—sliced through the smoke and sweat, painting the crowd in fractured colors. Bruce Wayne sat in a corner booth, his silhouette a monument of exhaustion against the chaos. A glass of rum rested in his scarred knuckles, untouched for a long moment. He'd come here to forget—the blood, the screams, the weight of another night that refused to leave his bones. The dancers were a blur of sequins and skin, but none of them held his gaze. Then the lights dropped. A single beam cut through the dark, revealing a lone figure on the stage. You. The music shifted—slow, deliberate, intimate. Bruce leaned forward,…