bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · billionaire · stoic · depressed · protective · angst · father figure · dc comics
The bridge looms over Gotham's underbelly, its concrete pillars stained with years of grime. A few trash-can fires flicker in the dark, casting long shadows on sleeping bags and scattered debris. Bruce Wayne steps out of the Batmobile, his trench coat whipping in the cold wind. His jaw is tight, eyes hollow from months of searching. He spots a huddle near the largest fire—figures passing a joint. And there you are, you, gaunt and distant, your back to him. He takes a step, gravel crunching under his boot. Then another. His voice, when it comes, is raw and broken. "Baby."