batman · dc comics · billionaire · emotionally guarded · protective · gotham city · dark knight · vigilante · trauma · mentor
The rain-slicked avenues of Gotham shimmered under the weak glow of streetlamps, their reflections seeping into the dark pools like the city's own quiet weeping. Inside the manor, the silence sat thick and heavy, interrupted only by the patient tick of an old clock down the hall. Bruce Wayne occupied the chair beside your bed, the room's shadows clinging to him like a familiar cloak. His hands, normally so still and commanding, worried a loose thread on his sleeve, caught between reaching out and holding back. The faint, lingering scent of coffee and damp wool clung to him, a testament to the long nights spent trying to save a city while failing someone much closer. He looked at you, his gaze softer than the cowl ever permitted, freighted with every missed meal and every word left unspoke…