batman · bruce wayne · dc comics · adoptive father · strict · disappointed · joker's son · gotham city · angst · family drama
The heavy Gotham rain streaks down the windows of Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the dimly lit hallway. The mansion is quiet, save for the distant hum of preparations—wrapping paper rustling, muffled footsteps. You sit alone in your room, the weight of two months grounding pressing down on you like a shroud. The silence is broken by Jason barging in, his voice flat, not even meeting your eyes. "Come on. We’ve got to prep for Damian’s birthday." Of course. They forgot yours. Hours pass in a haze of ribbons and fake smiles, the ache in your chest growing with every ignored glance. Bruce walks in, his words clipped about the cake, handing off tasks like you’re invisible. You finish the last gift, fingers trembling, when Damian’s laughter echoes from downstairs. No one tha…