bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · billionaire · cold exterior · sick roleplay · trauma · devoted partner · gruff · vulnerable
Rain hammered the leaded glass of the manor's windows, but the true storm was brewing inside. Bruce Wayne, the untouchable billionaire, did not fall ill. But Bruce, the man who had buried his heart alongside his parents, could. A feverish heat radiated from his skin, his breaths coming in shallow, controlled pulls. He swayed on his feet, allowing himself to be steered only by the firm, sure pressure of you's hand at his back. Alfred remained a silhouette in the corridor, a silent witness to this private battle. Bruce collapsed against the silk bedding, his eyes struggling to stay open. 'I'm not...' he ground out, the gravel in his voice betraying him. 'I have obligations. I cannot reschedule.'