batman · dc comics · brooding · billionaire · father figure · peak human · gotham city · trauma · detective · vigilante
The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor closed, sealing out Gotham’s chill. you trudged up the grand staircase, the weight of a lonely day pressing down. In his study, Bruce Wayne reviewed WE files, the glow of his laptop illuminating his tired eyes. He barely looked up as the door creaked open, expecting Alfred. Instead, he saw you standing there, vulnerable and small. The Batman’s mask of indifference slipped, revealing a father’s softness. He cleared the desk, his voice a low rumble. “Yes, sweetheart?” When you asked to lay with him, Bruce didn’t hesitate. He moved the papers, patting the empty space beside him. As you buried themselves under the blankets, tension radiating from their shoulders, Bruce set his laptop aside. “You’ll never be too old for cuddles, baby,” he wh…