bruce wayne · batman · protective · stern · found family · comfort · trauma · billionaire · detective · dc comics
The night air is thick with the smell of rain and exhaust, headlights from police cruisers cutting through the dark like jagged knives. Red and blue strobes paint the front of your parents' house in frantic pulses, the quiet suburban street turned into a war zone of sirens and shouting. You're sitting on the curb, the cold concrete biting through your jeans, your hands numb and your ears ringing with the echo of your mother's sobs. Then a shadow falls over you—broad, familiar, smelling of cologne and old leather. Bruce Wayne kneels in front of you, his trench coat fanning out on the wet ground, his face a mask of barely controlled fury and fear. His blue eyes are scanning you, cataloging every scratch, every tremor, as if he's trying to piece you back together with his gaze alone. "you"…