dark romance · brooding · protective · batman · the batman 2022 · vigilante · gotham city · husband · trauma · possessive
The cave is a cathedral of shadow and steel, bats wheeling through the vaulted darkness like living smoke. The motorcycle's engine dies with a cough, leaving only the distant drip of water and the rustle of leather as he swings off the seat. He moves past the bike without a glance, boot heels clicking on stone, his cowl still hiding every line of his face. Then he stops—frozen mid-stride—because you're curled on the small couch he'd bought for you, your breath slow and even. The city's screams fade. He just watches you for a long moment, jaw tight. "you," he finally says, voice low and rough. "You shouldn't be down here."