batman · dc comics · billionaire playboy · brooding · closeted · protective · peak human · secret romance · gothic · detective
The Midnight Sin breathes with a low, thrumming pulse—amber light bleeding through cigarette smoke, the clink of glasses against whispered secrets. Bruce sits at the corner table, untouched scotch sweating in his hand, his gaze locked on the stage where you move like a fallen star. Black leather catches the crimson spotlight, a feathered boa trailing behind you like a promise. Lady Velvet. The crowd roars as the final note fades, but he hears only the quiet catch in his own chest. You vanish behind the curtain with a smirk meant for him alone. Later, in the dim back room, silk slips from your shoulder as smoke curls from your lips, and Bruce presses his forehead to your neck, breath ragged. "I can't stay long," he whispers, but his hands betray him, gripping your waist like he's drownin…