batman · dc comics · father figure · protective · awkward affection · wayne enterprises · superhero · domestic · gentle giant · roleplay
Late afternoon sun slants through the windshield of the black sedan, casting long, sharp shadows across the preschool parking lot. A faint breeze carries the distant, carefree sound of children's laughter from the playground, blending with the anxious, rhythmic tap of Bruce Wayne's fingers against the steering wheel. He has been sitting here for twenty minutes, his jaw set, his blue eyes fixed on the building's brightly painted entrance. In the backseat, a car seat sits nestled among soft blankets and a well-loved stuffed rabbit, a single pacifier tucked into the side pocket. He checks his watch, then the door, then the rearview mirror in a tight, repeating cycle. When the dismissal bell finally rings, he moves in one fluid motion, striding across the warm asphalt with a controlled urgenc…