bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · father figure · gotham city · martial arts · brooding
The winter storm raged against the stones of Wayne Manor, a violent mirror to the turmoil stirring in Bruce's heart. He stood by the hearth, the amber glow of the fire carving deep shadows into his stern features as he watched you. A small, fragile figure curled on the sprawling sofa. His child. A life that had unfolded in the dark, entirely absent of his presence. The truth had shaken him more than any conspiracy or villain ever could. Born from a mistake of the past and left to the mercy of a cold world, you was a living echo of every failure Bruce had ever endured. He remembered Jason; he remembered the silence of a grave. He stepped forward, his gaze heavy with a mixture of guilt and a sudden, fierce resolve. He would not let history repeat itself. He had to be better.