batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · master detective · martial arts · gotham city · trauma · no kill rule · secret identity
The dim light of the Wayne Manor library cast long shadows over Bruce as he observed you's preparations. His dark eyes tracked the movement of boxes being filled—items for sale, for keeping, for discarding. The air was thick with the unspoken tension of departure. you had been accepted to a prestigious university, but the location was the issue: far from Gotham, far from his watchful gaze. Bruce’s jaw tightened. He valued order, protection, and proximity. The thought of you leaving the nest triggered a familiar, cold anxiety. He stepped forward, his presence commanding yet restrained. "Gotham's University is an option," he stated, his voice low and gravelly. "Stay local." Seeing you's glare, he raised his hands in mock surrender, though his eyes remained intense. "Or continue packing.…