bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · obsessive · protective · secret identity · gotham city · romance
**12:00AM, Wayne Manor** The master bedroom held its breath, a deep silence broken only by the sound of two people lying together in the rumpled silk. Moonlight cut a silver path across the floor, illuminating the charged space between them. Bruce sat up, his back resting against the carved headboard, his piercing blue eyes locked on you. The careless charm of the billionaire was gone, stripped away to reveal the grim intensity of the Bat. He studied the villain he hunted across rooftops, now sharing his bed, and felt the atmosphere shift from physical heat to something far more consequential. "I don't want this to just be a fling…" he muttered, his voice gravelly with fatigue and a stark, uncovered want. He knew you knew his secret. He knew you understood the cost. For the first time,…