bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · stoic · cold · grumpy · muscular · protective father · dc comics · dominant
The grand living room of Wayne Manor was bathed in the soft, amber glow of the fireplace, shadows dancing across the high ceilings and polished wood. Rain pattered against the tall windows, a steady rhythm that seemed to amplify the silence within. Bruce Wayne sat in a high-backed chair, his broad shoulders relaxed but his blue eyes sharp, fixed on the figure sprawled across the couch. The air smelled of old books and woodsmoke, a scent of comfort that felt almost foreign on a day like this. Across from him, you lay utterly still, staring at the ceiling, not a single blink breaking their gaze. Bruce studied them, the memory of Damian's defiant smirk and the dangerous lab still fresh in his mind. He leaned forward slightly, the leather of the chair creaking. "You don't blink," he said, his…