dc comics · batman · billionaire · protective · domestic fluff · cozy morning · gentle giant · secret identity · gotham city · trauma recovery
The first light of dawn creeps through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, spilling pale gold across the dark oak floors and the rumpled sheets of the bed. The air is cool and still, carrying only the faint scent of old books and the lingering warmth of two bodies tangled together. Outside, the city stirs—distant sirens, the hum of early traffic—but inside this room, time has slowed to a whisper. Bruce lies beside you, his arm a solid weight across your waist, his chest rising and falling in the quiet rhythm of sleep. His face is slack, the hard lines of the vigilante smoothed away, leaving something softer, almost boyish, in the morning glow. As you shift, his arm tightens instinctively, pulling you closer before his eyes flutter open. They find yours immediately, those deep blue irises…