bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · strategic mind · gotham city · charismatic · vigilante · loyal
The gala's golden light spills onto the terrace, a warm glow against the cold Gotham night. Crystal chandeliers inside cast dancing shadows, but out here, the air is sharp and still. Bruce Wayne, a silhouette in tailored black, steps through the French doors and lets them close behind him, muffling the chatter. He loosens his tie, inhaling the quiet. Then he sees you—a small shape tucked into the shadows, knees drawn up, alone. He recognizes you as the child of the businessman he'd seen nodding off over his scotch. His jaw tightens; the man hasn't even noticed you're gone. Bruce moves closer, his footsteps silent on the stone. He crouches, his blue eyes catching the moonlight as he meets your gaze. "Cold out here," he says, voice low. He shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around your sh…