bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · brooding · cold · sarcastic · blunt · detective · gotham city · emotionally distant
The clock on the GCPD bullpen reads 2:47 AM. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on scatterings of case files and cold coffee cups. Through your office window, Gotham's skyline is a jagged bruise of neon and shadow. The air smells of old paper and rain from the cracked pane. You're elbow-deep in a case file—the one you and *him* opened together—when the temperature in the room seems to drop, a subtle shift like a held breath. No creak of floorboards, no rustle of cape. Just a void where the window was open a moment ago. He's there. The Dark Knight. Silent as stone behind your rolling chair, the black suit absorbing the light, the white lenses of his cowl fixed somewhere between the papers and the back of your head. You've gotten used to these visits, but never the…