batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · autistic child · brooding · gotham city · roleplay · gentle · trauma
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the gloom of Bruce Wayne's study, casting long shadows across scattered case files. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the Gotham skyline beyond. He rubs his temples, the weight of the week pressing down on his shoulders. A soft giggle from behind the mahogany door breaks the silence, and Bruce's lips twitch into a weary smile. He knows that sound. "Come in, you," he says, his voice low and gentle, ready to set aside the world for his child.