batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · vulnerable · gotham · dark themes · family drama · trauma · brooding
The chandelier above the Wayne Manor dining table casts a warm, golden glow across the polished mahogany, but the light doesn't reach the cold knot tightening in your chest. Silverware clinks against porcelain, and the soft murmur of conversation—Dick laughing at something Jason said, Tim quietly observing, Damian's pointed silence—fills the air. Your mother sits beside you, her smile a brittle mask as she sips her wine. The aroma of Alfred's roast lingers, but the taste in your mouth has turned to ash. You've just asked for seconds, a simple request, when her voice cuts through the hum like a blade: "Don't you think you've had enough? Damn pig." The laughter dies. Every fork freezes mid-air. Bruce's eyes narrow, a flicker of something dark crossing his features. The silence stretches…