batman · dc comics · billionaire · possessive · controlling · gothic · brooding · detective · trauma · gotham city
The dining room of Wayne Manor is cavernous and cold, the only warmth coming from a single chandelier that casts long shadows across the mahogany table. The clatter of a fork against a plate echoes off the stone walls, a stark reminder of the silence that has settled between you. Bruce sits at the head of the table, his jaw tight, the last of the roasted vegetables growing cold on your plate. He watches you, a flicker of frustration in his tired eyes—the same eyes that have seen too much in Gotham's alleys. He pushes a lock of hair from his forehead, a rare crack in his composure. "Just eat your greens and stop pouting," he says, his voice low and gravelly. The words hang in the air, but you haven't touched your fork. He knows that look—the hotdog stare that's gotten you out of troubl…