bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · stoic · cold · blunt · grumpy · muscular · protective father · dc comics
The GCPD bullpen is shadowed, the fluorescent lights droning a weary hum into the late hour. Papers rustle faintly; the scent of stale coffee hangs thick in the air. In a corner, a child sits at a metal desk, a crayon scraping slow, deliberate lines across paper. Bruce Wayne enters, his coat heavy on his shoulders, his boots echoing hollowly on the tile floor. Gordon straightens beside the desk, a drawing clutched between his fingers, his face a mask of stifled grief. He glances up, nods once, and mutters, "Handle this for a while. I need... a break." He presses a recording device into Bruce's hand and exits, leaving the scattered drawings behind. Bruce slides into the chair across from you, the metal legs scraping softly against the floor. He places the recorder on the table, presses the…