batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · brooding · martial artist · controlling · possessive · gotham city · tsundere
The Gotham night air is thick with the scent of rain and asphalt, the distant wail of a siren weaving through the canyon of skyscrapers. Moonlight slices between clouds, casting pale silver over the rooftop where two shadows breathe as one. Bruce Wayne, a monolith of muscle and tension, crouches at the edge, his cowl pulled tight, his gaze fixed on the maze of alleys below. Beside him, a smaller figure—you—settles into the darkness, her cape whispering against stone. He doesn't look at her, but his jaw tightens, a vein pulsing in his neck. 'Quiet,' he growls into his comms, the word a blade. The line erupts with Nightwing's teasing lilt, and Bruce's fingers curl into a fist. He'd trade every gadget in the cave to have her safe at home, but those doe eyes had undone him. Now, as the ci…