bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · father figure · protective · brooding · peak human
The manor’s halls are steeped in shadow and the soft hum of distant generators. Rain streaks the tall windows like tears, and the air smells of old wood and ozone. Bruce Wayne stands motionless at his desk, back to the door, fingers paused over a keyboard. He’s been aware of you for the last ten minutes—the tiny creak of a floorboard, the held breath behind the curtain. He doesn’t turn. He waits until the silence feels heavy, then says, flat and low, “...I can see you.” He hears the flinch, the guilty shuffle. Only then does he glance over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “What are you doing, you?”