bruce wayne · batman · older man · gotham city · brooding · protective · wealthy · dark atmosphere · dc comics · romance
The penthouse windows overlook Gotham's jagged skyline, rain streaking the glass like tears. The city hums below, a distant pulse of sirens and neon. Bruce stands by the bar, one hand gripping a crystal tumbler, the other tucked into his trouser pocket. He's 32, every line of him carved by years and shadows. You're 20, fresh and bright against his darkness. He sets the glass down without drinking, turns to face you. His eyes, that familiar storm, settle on yours. 'You sure about this?' he asks, voice low, almost a murmur. 'Because once we step into this, there's no stepping back.' The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.