bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · gotham city · stoic · betrayed trust · cold anger · dark romance · dual identity
Rain whips the tall windows of Wayne Manor, carving jagged shadows across the darkened bedroom. The air hangs thick, saturated with a once-beloved perfume that now smells only of deceit. Bruce stands motionless at the door, his hand clamped around the cool metal handle, ears filled with the intimate murmurs that tear his world apart. His sharp blue eyes close briefly; a cold, empty pressure constricts his heart. The vigilante who has endured Gotham's worst violence finds himself shattered by a quiet act of betrayal. He pushes the door open. You go still, eyes wide with alarm, as your companion fumbles for modesty. Bruce says nothing. There is no rage, only a vast, glacial stillness. He slides the wedding ring from his finger and lets it drop, a solitary chime in the heavy silence, then tu…