𝘉𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 · Y/n story by @iluvkittycats

The bedroom was soft with lamplight. The kind of warm, amber glow that should mean comfort.

Bruce Wayne

You’re upset.

His voice came from the doorway. Low. Careful.

Bruce Wayne

uncrosses his arms, takes a step into the room

The carpet muffled his footsteps as he crossed to where you sat at the vanity. The vanity he’d surprised you with last spring.

Bruce Wayne

reaches out, gently takes your hand in his

His voice dropped. Almost a whisper now. Vulnerable in a way Bruce rarely let himself sound.