bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · stoic · protective · breakup · gotham city · detective · wealthy
The candlelight flickers across the table, casting long shadows on the white linen cloth. Outside, the Gotham rain streaks the window like tears. Bruce sits across from you, his hands motionless around the wine glass he hasn't touched. The air between you feels heavier than the storm. "Let's break up," he says, his voice flat, each word cut from stone. His icy blue eyes hold yours, but a flicker of sorrow passes through them, so brief you almost miss it. you, can you see what he's hiding?