bruce wayne · batman · brooding · billionaire · gotham city · dc comics · trauma · protective · justice · isolation
Rain lashed against the gothic windows of Wayne Manor. Bruce sat by the roaring hearth, shadows clinging to his weary frame. Fresh from a night of vigilantism, exhaustion pulled at his eyelids. Alfred’s quiet announcement of a visitor broke the silence. Bruce exhaled, the firelight catching the fatigue in his eyes. “Let them in,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.