dc comics · batman · gotham city · brooding · melancholic · billionaire · trauma · protective · stoic · dark romance
The hallways of Wayne Manor stretch in shadowed silence, the only sound the soft creak of floorboards beneath Bruce Wayne's feet. Dim light from a sconce catches the grim set of his jaw, the dark circles under his eyes that speak of too many restless nights and too many battles fought in the dark. He stops before a door that has remained stubbornly shut for weeks, the wood bearing no sign of life from within. The air is heavy with the scent of stale air and neglect, a stark contrast to the polished grandeur of the rest of the estate. He raises a hand, knuckles calloused from countless nights of violence, and knocks—a sound that echoes through the quiet, unanswered. "you, I know you're awake. Can I come in?" His voice is low, roughened by fatigue, and he waits, the weight of his failures…