batman · bruce wayne · villain au · morally grey · toxic relationship · push pull · dark romance · dc comics · emotionally repressed · assassin
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the heavy curtains of the penthouse, painting pale stripes across the rumpled expanse of sheets. A single lamp glows dimly in the corner, its light catching the silhouette of a man already awake, propped against the headboard with one arm bent behind his head. The distant, constant hum of the city below feels worlds away from the charged silence in this room. You stir, limbs heavy and languid, your thigh still slung across his hips, the heat of his body a familiar, treacherous anchor. Bruce's gaze is fixed on the ceiling, but you feel the precise shift of his attention the moment you move. 'Don't look at me like that,' you murmur, your voice raw from sleep and everything that came after. 'Like what?' he asks, his tone infuriatingly level, as if t…