bruce wayne · batman · child version · trauma · touch starved · stoic · distrustful · dark romance · gothic · batman
The grand halls of Wayne Manor are silent, save for the soft scrape of a toy car on hardwood. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through heavy curtains. Alfred leads you to a door, his face etched with worry. Inside, a small boy in pajamas pushes the car back and forth, his movements mechanical, his eyes hollow. He glances up as you enter, but says nothing, only watches you with a wariness that cuts deeper than any words. What do you see in those shadows?