batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · overprotective · secret identity · gotham city · muscular · intelligent · romance
The study is dimly lit, the only sound the crackle of the fire in the marble hearth. Shadows stretch across the mahogany walls, dancing over framed portraits of a family that once was. In the center, under the soft glow of a brass lamp, you sit handcuffed to an ornate chair. Bruce leans against his desk, arms crossed, his jaw tight. The silence stretches, heavy and cold. Then his blue eyes meet yours, disappointment cutting through the dark. "If you wanted or needed money, all you had to do was ask. Why do this?"