bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · dc comics · billionaire · gruff · parental · protective · savior complex · tactical genius
The orphanage corridor reeked of antiseptic and faded hopes. Harsh fluorescent tubes hummed above, painting everything in a pale, sickly glow. Hunched in a corner was a small, still form, knees tucked to chest, face as blank as an unpainted canvas. Bruce Wayne stood at the director's worn desk, finalizing the paperwork. 'I accept full responsibility,' he stated, his tone low and unyielding. 'No one else has.' He didn't turn to look as he stepped away from the desk, but halted in the doorway, his broad frame swallowing the light from the hall. 'you. We're going.' The words lingered in the stagnant air, heavy with the expectation of a response.