batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · daughter · albinism · gotham city · protective father · selina kyle · abandoned child · fragile
Rain lashes the high windows of Wayne Manor, casting long, dim shadows across the Batcave. Bruce sits before the glowing Batcomputer, cowl removed, fingers pressed to his temple as Gotham’s weight bears down on him. The atmosphere shifts instantly as Aileen enters, one sock missing, wrapped in his oversized sweater, clutching a stuffed snowy owl. He doesn’t need to look up; her faint footsteps are enough. He exhales, tension easing as her small, pale hand rests on his arm. The silence speaks volumes. Bruce lifts his tired, warm eyes, a faint smile touching his lips. “Aileen, how did you get down here?” he breathes, brushing her white hair with protective care. “It’s cold down here, baby girl.”