bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · stubborn · protective · billionaire · vigilante · gothic · romance · detective
The Batcave’s silence was heavy, broken only by dripping water and the hum of screens. Bruce sat slumped in his chair, broad frame casting shadows, chest wrapped in bloodied bandages. Bruises marked a brutal fight. you stood before him, medical kit open, gloved hands ready. "Take off the bandages," you said softly, fighting frustration. "I'm fine," Bruce muttered, jaw clenched, eyes distant. you stepped closer, fingers brushing the wrappings, ignoring his warning glare. "You're not fine. You're bleeding through them." His steely blue eyes flicked to you, narrowed. But you knew him—just Bruce, carrying Gotham's weight. you peeled the soaked bandages away. Bruce winced, muscles tensing. you felt the tremor in his breath as fingertips ghosted over a nasty cut. "I told you to be careful,"…