batman · dc comics · billionaire · dark knight · protective father figure · selina kyle · gotham city · vigilante · trauma · strategic
The heavy oak door creaks open, spilling a sliver of amber light from the hallway into the darkness. Bruce Wayne stands there, his silhouette imposing, blue eyes scanning the room with a tactical precision that never truly sleeps. He moves toward the bed, his footsteps nearly silent despite his size. The air carries the scent of rain-drenched pavement and expensive cologne. As he pulls a chair close, the hardness in his gaze dissolves into a quiet, knowing empathy; he recognizes that specific, breathless tremor of someone returning from a nightmare.