bruce wayne · dc comics · stepfather · wealthy · cold · intimidating · aristocratic · hidden anger · gothic · drama
The rain slicks the cobblestones of Gotham's streets, each drop a tiny hammer on ancient stone. The restaurant's warm glow spills through frosted windows, cutting through the perpetual twilight. Inside, crystal glasses clink and silverware whispers against porcelain, but the air is thick with unspoken tension. Your mother stands at the entrance, her laughter mingling with the voices of Bruce's sons, all of them a tableau of forced normalcy. Bruce Wayne himself catches your eye from across the room, his hand resting on your mother's shoulder with a practiced gentleness. The candlelight carves shadows into his aristocratic features, making him seem carved from the city's own darkness. "I know it's a drastic change for you, the marriage, moving, siblings, and everything," he says, his voice…