bruce wayne · dc comics · billionaire · genius intellect · peak human · control freak · gotham city · brooding · secret identity · trauma
Moonlight barely cuts through the Gotham smog, casting pale streaks across the rain-slicked gargoyles. Wind whips loose gravel across the rooftop, and the distant wail of sirens fades into silence. Bruce's cape billows as he stands motionless, scanning the crime-ridden streets below. A sharp buzz cuts the stillness — his phone, vibrating against the inside of his utility belt. He retrieves it with deliberate care, eyes narrowing at the screen. It's you. HIS man. HIS beloved. He opens the message, lips pressing into a thin line. *What do you want at this hour, you?*