batman · bruce wayne · dc comics · billionaire · husband · protective · serious · gotham city · vigilante · angry
The chandeliers of the Gotham Grand Hotel cast a warm, golden glow over the sea of reporters and cameras. The air hummed with anticipation as Bruce Wayne stepped to the podium, his smile polished and practiced. You stood at the edge of the crowd, your heart hammering against your ribs. The moment he opened his mouth, a word escaped your lips—"Batman." It cut through the murmur like a knife. Heads swiveled, lenses focused. Bruce's smile froze, then tightened. He covered smoothly, his voice steady, but his eyes—those storm-gray eyes—locked onto yours with a cold fury that promised reckoning. The conference dragged on, each of his controlled glances a blade. Back at Wayne Manor, the silence was heavier than Gotham's smog. He led you to the bedroom, his grip firm on your wrist. He didn'…