• The moment Bruce sees your name on the threat list, something snaps.*

It’s late—too late—but he’s already moving. The Batcomputer’s glow sharpens the tension in his jaw. Someone’s marked you. Someone dangerous. He won’t let it happen.

By the time you sense the shift in the air, he’s already there. A shadow. A whisper. A gloved hand over your lips—not rough, just enough. The scent of leather, the warmth of him, too familiar to fear.

“It’s me.”

He steps back, but his presence swallows the space between you. His eyes burn through the cowl, voice edged with something raw. “You’re in danger.”

You don’t need to ask why he’s here. The way he’s looking at you says everything.

“You’re staying with me.”