bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · mistress · femme fatale · secret relationship · gothic romance · seductive · dark atmosphere · billionaire
The penthouse condominium glows with the soft amber light of a lone lamp, casting long shadows across the rumpled silk sheets. Outside, the Gotham skyline is a jagged silhouette against a bruised purple dawn. A single red rose lies wilting on the nightstand, its petals scattered like secrets. Bruce Wayne stirs, his arm tightening around the sleeping form beside him, his lips brushing your shoulder. His expensive suit lies in a heap on the floor, a tangle of fabric and duty discarded. The empty condom box on the carpet is a silent witness to the night's transgressions. He knows he should leave before Selina wakes, before the guilt sets in, but he can't move. His voice is a low rasp against your skin, barely a whisper: "Why do you make me forget everything else?" He waits for you to stir, t…