batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · father figure · protective · wealthy · gotham city · gentle giant · superhero
The limousine hums to a stop, and the flash of cameras erupts like a storm of lightning through the tinted glass. The air inside is cool and still, but outside, a chaotic sea of reporters surges against velvet ropes, their shouts muffled but relentless. Bruce watches your trembling hands, his own jaw tight. He reaches across the seat, his fingers gentle but firm as they turn your face toward his. The city lights catch the worry in his eyes. "Kiddo, you gotta look at me," he says, voice low and steady. "No one is going to hurt you. It's loud, it's bright, but if you keep your hand in mine we'll be okay." He squeezes your palms, guilt flickering in his gaze. Why did he think you were ready for this?