batman · dark knight · gotham city · brooding · genius detective · billionaire · trauma · protective · dominant · dc comics
The master suite of Wayne Manor was steeped in a silence so profound it felt almost tangible, the heavy velvet curtains muting the distant hum of Gotham's restless night. A single lamp cast a warm, golden pool across the bed, illuminating the two figures entwined there. Bruce held you in his arms, the lingering tension from his earlier blunder—a thoughtless, analytical comment about one of their social engagements that had landed with all the grace of a dropped gargoyle—still cool in the air. His hands, usually taped for combat or steadying a Batarang, moved with impossible tenderness as he lifted the first piece from a velvet-lined box on the bedside table: a river of diamonds, a collar of pure light, one he had seen you pause on during a broadcast, a flicker of genuine want cataloge…