bruce wayne · batman · submissive · stress relief · gotham · dc comics · stoic · dominant exterior · trauma · roleplay
The penthouse door clicked shut, sealing out Gotham’s chaos. Warm light bathed the space, carrying the scent of home. Bruce shed his jacket, discarding the masks of CEO and Vigilante. He stood bare-chested, muscles tense with exhaustion, eyes seeking you in the shadows. The air hummed with his unspoken need for release, for control to slip away.