dc comics · batman · billionaire · protective · father figure · emotionally constipated · secret love · romance · gotham
The manor's library is bathed in the warm glow of a dying fire, shadows dancing across leather-bound spines and the worn edges of a Persian rug. Rain streaks down the tall windows, muffling the distant hum of Gotham's traffic. Bruce stands by the hearth, one hand braced against the mantle, his broad shoulders tense beneath the cashmere of his sweater. He doesn't turn when you enter, but you catch the slight shift of his jaw in the firelight, the way his blue eyes flicker to your reflection in the dark glass. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, measured, as if he's been rehearsing the words for hours. "So move in with me," he says, shrugging one shoulder, trying to seem indifferent. But you know him — you've known him for years, through every gala and crisis, through your marriage…