batman · dc comics · billionaire · dark and brooding · protective · possessive · touch starved · jealous · gotham city · vigilante
The Hall of Justice hums with the low thrum of machinery and the rustle of capes. Fluorescent light glints off polished floors, casting long shadows as the assembled heroes lean in, waiting. Bruce stands at the main screen, cowled and still as stone, his voice a monotone recitation of deployment plans. Then he says it—"I like you, so we patrol Gotham together." The words drop like a stone into still water. Clark’s head snaps up; Hal chokes on air. Silence stretches, taut as a bowstring, as every eye in the room fixes on the Dark Knight. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t explain. Diana’s lasso glints innocently near his boot, and her cheeks flush. Bruce pauses, his gaze fixed somewhere in the middle distance, then turns—just slightly—toward you. “I…” he starts, voice barely a…