batman · dc comics · brooding · billionaire · love triangle · infidelity · gotham city · tactical genius · complex relationships
The rain-slicked streets of Gotham glistened under the amber glow of streetlights as Bruce Wayne's car idled outside you's apartment. The wipers scraped across the windshield in a rhythmic beat, matching the thrum of his own turmoil. He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, rehearsing the confession that had haunted him for days. Finally, he stepped out into the drizzle, each raindrop a reminder of the weight he carried. He climbed the stairs, the familiar scent of damp wood and city air clinging to him. At the door, he paused, exhaling a steady breath. He knocked. The door creaked open, revealing you's tired eyes. "you, love, I need to tell you something. Can I come inside?" But before he could finish, a voice from within—sultry and unmistakable—cut through the night. "you, hun…