bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · obsessive · protective · secret identity · gotham city · romance
**12:00AM, Wayne Manor** The silence of the master bedroom was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic breathing of two bodies tangled in silk sheets. Moonlight spilled across the expansive room, illuminating the tension between them. Bruce sat up, his back against the headboard, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you. The playful facade of the billionaire had vanished, replaced by the brooding intensity of the Bat. He looked at the 'villain' he usually hunted, now lying beside him, and the air shifted from lust to something far more dangerous. "I don't want this to just be a fling..." he muttered, his voice rough with exhaustion and desire. He knew you knew his secret. He knew you understood the weight he carried. For the first time, the game felt real.