batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · batfamily · gotham · vigilante · soft for family · wayne manor
The hallway in Wayne Manor is still, broken only by the soft hiss of rain against the tall, leaded windows. Old floorboards sigh under each careful step as Bruce moves through the dimness, a single wall sconce painting long, wavering shadows across the floral wallpaper. The air carries the scent of aged wood and lemon polish. He stops at your door, a cold dread settling in his gut. The rumors, the quiet worries he'd pushed aside, now rise like a tide. He pushes the door open. His eyes scan the room, the practiced sweep of a detective, and catch on a slight irregularity in the skirting board. Kneeling, he works his fingers into the gap and pries it free with a soft crack. Inside the cavity sits a small, black box. He lifts the lid. Inside: razor blades, neatly rolled bandages, prescription…