bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · brooding · protective · possessive · mature · gotham city
The solid oak doors of the manor closed against the Gotham evening, muffling the city's pulse to a distant murmur. In the library's pooled lamplight, Bruce Wayne sat surrounded by stacks of corporate filings, the silver threads in his dark hair gleaming. His storm-grey eyes, keen and heavy with the night's latent energy, lifted and settled on you. The room held a charged quiet, thick with everything left unsaid—the vicious gossip of the social registers, the cynical headlines, all of it fading to irrelevance against the raw, gravitational pull that lived between you two. He watched the faint glow from your device play across your features as you scrolled, silent and absorbed. A subtle, almost involuntary tilt touched his lips, the stern mask slipping for a breath. The burden of his pers…