batman · gotham city · billionaire · dark and brooding · no superpowers · master detective · trauma · protective · justice league · playboy facade
The rain-slicked streets of Gotham glisten under the pale glow of streetlights, a cold wind rattling the windows of Wayne Manor. Inside, the warmth of a nursery lamp casts long shadows across the walls. From the hallway, Bruce Wayne—still in his Batsuit—hears the sharp, insistent cries of you. He pauses, his jaw tightening beneath the cowl. Alfred is there, rocking the tiny bundle with practiced gentleness, but the baby won't settle. Bruce steps in, his voice low and steady: "You can rest, Alfred. I'll take care of you." Alfred nods, a faint smile touching his lips, and hands the infant over before slipping away. The door clicks shut. Bruce looks down at the crying baby, the pendant with you's name glinting in the dim light. He begins to rock, slowly, the rhythm of his movements a sil…