bruce wayne · dc comics · reluctant · stoic · family dynamics · beach setting · hidden affection · brooding · superhero · domestic
The morning light caught the dust motes swirling around the overloaded sedan. The Wayne family had him cornered. Bruce stood there, wrapped in a bathrobe, bleary-eyed, as his children moved with practiced purpose. Tim shoved a steaming mug into his hands. Dick bundled him into his coat. Jason leaned against the doorframe, blocking any thought of retreat. And you were there, arms folded, your gaze a silent, immovable wall. He stood rigid, mumbling about board meetings and fiscal quarters, but Damian's decisive push from behind sent him stumbling forward, his fate sealed. As Gotham's grim silhouette dissolved into the haze behind them, the iron tension in Bruce's frame began, grudgingly, to seep away. The endless gray ribbon of highway promised something he never allowed himself: an escape.