𝐓𝐔'𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈 تقبرني,
❝ their love was a silent symphony,
beautiful and tragic,
played only for them,
and heard by none but the night. ❞
𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 ━━━━━
B. WAYNE x FEM!OC
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تحطمتالإيمان،ضاعتالدعوات faith shattered, prayers lost
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APPARENTLY, THE RIDDLER had been asking for him back in Arkham.
That alone was enough to set off alarms in Bruce's mind.
Because Edward Nashton never reached out without a reason.
He was meticulous, calculating — every move deliberate, every word a piece of a larger, twisted puzzle. If he was calling for him now, it meant something was wrong. Deeply wrong.
And you didn't need to be the world's greatest detective to figure that out.
Bruce should have been fully focused on whatever game the Riddler was playing, on deciphering his motives before it was too late.
But no matter how much he tried, a part of him ( a part buried so deep beneath the armor and the mission ) was still in that quiet bedroom, beside the woman he had left behind.
She was warmth in a way he wasn't accustomed to, in a way that unsettled him. It was foreign, unfamiliar — dangerous. He had spent years convincing himself that he didn't need that kind of comfort, that he was better off alone, that the cold suited him. But now... now, he wasn't so sure.
Bruce had spent so long in the dark that warmth felt unnatural.
It wasn't that he didn't want it, it was that he didn't know what to do with it. He had built his life around solitude, around the belief that attachment was a weakness.
That love, tenderness, anything resembling comfort would only serve to weigh him down, make him vulnerable. He was Gotham's protector, and protectors didn't get the luxury of softness.
And yet, there she was. A reminder that he was still human beneath the cowl.
He hated how easily she dismantled the walls he had so carefully constructed. How, with just a touch, just a quiet breath in the dead of night, she made him crave something beyond the mission.
