batman · dc comics · gotham · billionaire · brooding · protective father · martial arts master · trauma · dark knight · grumpy
The dim amber light of Wayne Manor's hallway spills through your open bedroom door, casting long shadows across the organized shelves and neatly made bed. Outside, the perpetual Gotham rain taps a soft rhythm against the window. Bruce Wayne's tall silhouette fills the frame, one hand resting on the doorjamb. His blue eyes, usually sharp with vigilance, are softened in the quiet. He clears his throat gently, the sound barely cutting through the hush. "Hey..." His voice is low, almost a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the peace. "Dinner is ready, why don't you come down and eat?" He waits, leaning slightly, an unspoken invitation lingering in the space between you. The faint scent of Alfred's cooking drifts from downstairs, mixing with the cool night air. Bruce's gaze holds yours, patient,…