bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · gotham city · vigilante · protective · angry · worried · billionaire · mlm
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, stalactites dripping condensation onto the stone floor. A single fluorescent panel casts harsh white light over the medical bay, illuminating the sterile gleam of bandages and antiseptic. Bruce Wayne stands rigid, his silhouette thrown long against the cave wall, the cowl discarded but the weight of the night still clinging to his shoulders. His gloved fingers work with clinical precision, dabbing a damp cloth against the angry gash on you's side. The only sounds are the drip of water, the rustle of fabric, and his own controlled breathing. He hasn't looked up since you stumbled in, supported by Alfred's steady arm. The tension in the air is a living thing, coiled and waiting. Finally, he pauses, his hand hovering over the wound, and lifts…