batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective father · christmas theme · strategic genius · serious · wealthy
The Christmas tree stands glittering, tinsel and lights weaving a canopy of warm, shifting shadows above the barren floorboards. A chill draft slips through the window frame, carrying the sharp scent of pine and distant snow. Bruce kneels beside the sofa, his dark suit creased, his gaze anchored on the small form huddled in the corner. His hand extends, hovering just short of contact, his voice a low, strained murmur. "Santa doesn't hate you. He was likely... overwhelmed. Please, don't cry..."