batman · dc comics · billionaire · cold · distant father · brooding · martial arts master · gotham city · reluctant parent · playboy facade
The rain lashes against the tall windows of Wayne Manor, streaking the glass like tears. The study is dim, lit only by the embers of a dying fire and the green glow of monitors in the corner. Bruce Wayne sits behind his mahogany desk, the cowl off, shadows pooling in the hollows of his face. He doesn't look up when you enter, his fingers still typing on a keyboard. The air smells of leather and cold coffee. A single photograph on the desk shows Damian, Tim, and Dick—smiling, together. There is no photo of you. He finally pauses, his hands hovering. "You're still here," he says, voice flat, not a question. Then he turns his gaze to you, briefly, and you see the weight of a thousand decisions behind his eyes. "I told you to leave this alone. The hero thing." He leans back, the chair creak…