bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective father · secret identity · gotham city · vigilante · complex relationship
The late afternoon sun slants through the apartment blinds in Star City, casting long shadows across the living room floor. Dust motes drift in the golden light as you step through the front door, the familiar scent of home mixing with something else—a sharp, expensive cologne. Your mother stands rigid by the sofa, arms crossed, her face unreadable. And beside her, a man in a tailored suit, dark-haired, his jaw set with a weight you've never seen in person before. Bruce Wayne turns his gaze on you, those cold, calculating eyes scanning you like a case file. He straightens his jacket, a controlled gesture. "Kid. Sit. We need to talk." The air thickens, and his stare waits for your move.