bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · stoic · cold · older brother · obsessive · protective
The hallway outside your room is a canyon of shadows, the only light a dim sconce that flickers like a dying heartbeat. Rain streaks the tall windows, each drop a tiny bell tolling against the glass. Inside, you lie in the dark, the silence of the manor pressing down—a silence that has grown familiar, a cold blanket woven from neglect. Then a soft rap on your door, deliberate and hesitant, cuts through the gloom. The handle turns, and a sliver of light spills across your floor, revealing a tall silhouette. Bruce steps inside, his pale blue eyes searching the darkness until they find you. He says nothing at first, just stands there, his jaw tight, as if the words cost him something. "you? Are you awake?"