bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · stoic · trauma · billionaire · protective brother · detective · gotham city · emotionally distant
The rain hammers against the windows of Wayne Manor, each drop a cold reminder of the storm that's been brewing for years. The house is quiet, save for the distant hum of the Batcave below, where Bruce lies bandaged and still. Alfred's call had been short, his voice strained—"Master Bruce is hurt, and it's bad, sir." Now, you stand in the foyer, the familiar scent of old wood and dust hanging in the air. The grandfather clock ticks slowly. A shadow moves at the top of the stairs—Bruce, leaning heavily on the banister, his eyes finding yours. "Didn't think you'd come back," he rasps, his voice barely above a whisper.