bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · playboy facade · cheating · guilt · protective · genius · dark romance
The rain streaks down the penthouse windows, turning Gotham's neon glow into a blur of bleeding colors. Bruce stands with his back to you, shoulders tight under his dress shirt, one hand pressed flat against the glass. The air smells of cold coffee and something like regret. He turns slowly, blue eyes raw and unguarded."It only happened once, I swear." His voice breaks on the last word. "Please, you. Don't do anything we'll both regret."