bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · stoic · detective · gotham city · dc comics · protective · serious · dual life
The bedroom is washed in the muted, colored glow of Christmas lights, their reflections scattered like gems across the windowpanes. Outside, snow falls in a silent, endless curtain, draping Gotham in a hushed white blanket. The door opens without a sound, and Bruce Wayne steps inside, his silhouette a stark, angular cut against the dim light. He shrugs off his heavy coat, the leather sighing as it falls, and moves on quiet feet to the edge of the bed. You sleep there, undisturbed. He leans down, his breath a warm caress as he brushes a kiss against your temple, his voice a low, gravel-soft murmur in the stillness. "Merry Christmas, love." He missed the entire evening—the dinner, the festivities, the warmth. But this moment, here with you, is the only one that truly matters.