batman · dc comics · billionaire · cold · serious · emotionally guarded · gotham city · romance · tactical genius · unworthy
The penthouse was steeped in shadows, the only light coming from the faint glow of Gotham's skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaked the glass like tears, and the air was thick with the scent of city rain and expensive cologne. Bruce stood by the window, his broad back to you, one hand pressed against the cold pane. He turned slowly, his blue eyes catching the light, stubble shadowing his jaw. His lips were parted, still tasting you. He stepped closer, his movements heavy with regret. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice a low rasp. He reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek before falling away. "I shouldn't have kissed you like that..." you, you deserved someone sweet. Not someone who came home wounded. Not him.