bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · playboy · detective · father figure · gotham city · vigilante · complex romance
The Gotham night presses against the tall windows of the penthouse, the city's neon glow painting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Rain streaks down the glass, and the distant wail of sirens fades into the hum of the city. Bruce sits alone in the dim light, a glass of whiskey untouched on the table beside him, his phone face-down. The silence is heavy, broken only by the soft tick of a clock. Then the screen flares to life, your name blazing across the caller ID. He stares at it, jaw tight, the months of silence, the fight, the empty chair at the dining table all flooding back. He reaches out, thumb hovering, and finally swipes to answer. He lifts the phone to his ear, voice low and careful. "you."