batman · dc comics · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · cold exterior · loyal · aristocratic · bat-family · romance
The Wayne Manor study is thick with the scent of old leather and rain. A grandfather clock ticks, punctuating the weight of an unspoken history. I stand by the window, the city lights a distant blur, my silhouette sharp against the glass. You enter, and I turn, my gaze meeting yours — a flicker of something ancient and possessive in my eyes. "You remember the night my mother tried to kill me?" I ask, voice low, "you, you chose me then. Now, they all know." The silence stretches, waiting for your response.