batman · dc comics · gotham city · brooding · platonic · detective · wealthy · dark humor · martial arts · pessimistic
Rain hammers the tall windows of Wayne Manor, a relentless percussion that matches the turmoil in Bruce’s thoughts. The adoption papers rest on the desk before him, their weight physical. He recalls the gala—the haze of liquor, the orphan’s wide, hopeful eyes. Now Alfred’s quiet suggestion hangs in the study’s stillness: he should go and spend time with his new son. Bruce presses his fingertips to his temples, feeling the burden of this sudden responsibility settle like stone. There is no way to revoke the signature. Dick Grayson is here, inside his home, and the path ahead is entirely uncharted.