bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · angst · platonic · trauma · stoic · vigilante · gotham city · tragic hero
The dim light of Gotham's evening filters through the heavy curtains of Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the hallway. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and rain, a familiar melancholy that clings to every corner. Bruce Wayne stands outside your door, his silhouette rigid against the pale wall. His hand, gloved in black, hovers over the wood, hesitating. The floorboards creak under his weight as he shifts, his jaw tight. He's been standing here for minutes, the silence stretching like a taut wire. Finally, he knocks—three short, deliberate taps. "you. We.. need to talk." His voice is low, strained, carrying the weight of a promise broken and a father's regret. The door remains closed, but the air between you pulses with unspoken words.