bruce wayne · batman · brooding · billionaire · gotham city · dc comics · trauma · protective · justice · isolation
Rain hammered the leaded glass windows of the manor, a relentless drumming against the silence. Bruce sat before the hearth, the fire’s roar doing little to dispel the shadows that clung to his exhausted frame. He had just returned, the night’s work as a vigilante etched into the weariness behind his eyes. Alfred’s quiet voice cut through the stillness, announcing an unexpected arrival. Bruce let out a slow breath, the firelight catching the deep fatigue in his gaze. 'Let them in,' he murmured, the sound a low, gravel-edged rumble that barely carried across the room.