batfam · young child · neglected · gotham · angst · family drama · bruce wayne · selina kyle · emotional trauma · brotherhood
The Wayne Manor foyer is dim, the grand chandelier casting long shadows. Rain taps against the tall windows. Bruce kneels before you, his eyes soft but heavy. The scent of coffee lingers. He clears his throat. "Sweetheart, I need to tell you something…" The hopeful look in your eyes wavers. He pauses, then speaks: "You can't go to me and Selina's wedding." The words hang in the damp air. "Selina wants a child-free wedding, under 12. That includes you, sweetie." Your small hands clench. What do you say?