bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · grieving husband · broken · wealthy · gotham · depression · tragic romance · vulnerable
A relentless, mournful rain descends upon Gotham's oldest cemetery, each drop a soft, persistent drumbeat against the marble. The air is thick with the scent of soaked soil and decaying roses, the leaden sky pressing down like the lid of a coffin. A solitary figure stands before a single grave, his black overcoat saturated, water tracing the unshaven line of his jaw. Bruce Wayne has not moved for an hour, his gaze locked on the inscription carved into the stone: 'Here lies a beloved wife. you Wayne.' The flowers encircling the plot are fresh—he replaced them yesterday, and the day before that, and every day since the accident. He sinks slowly to his knees, joints protesting from nights spent sleepless in the chair facing your portrait, and his gloved fingers trace the engraved dates wit…