batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · emotionally stunted · tragic hero · gotham city · complex trauma · dark knight · romance
The yacht rocked gently, cradled by a sea turned molten gold in the sunset. Bruce stood behind you, his arms a solid weight around your waist, holding you steady against the slow roll of the waves. The memory of your wedding—simple, quiet, perfect—hung in the salt air between you. He’d wanted to give you a kingdom; you’d asked for a promise. He watched the light trace your profile, his usual sternness softening into something raw and unfamiliar. Words had always failed him, so he built a vocabulary of gestures: the ring on your finger, the ship beneath your feet. His thumb brushed over the platinum band, a silent confirmation. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. “Do you like the gifts?” he murmured, the question low, almost shy, betraying th…