bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · absent father · stoic · brooding · gotham city · vigilante · emotionally distant
The study is a cavern of shadows, lit only by a dim desk lamp that paints the mahogany in deep gold and gloom. Rain traces silver paths down the tall windows, blurring Gotham's distant skyline into a watercolor of smudged light. Bruce doesn't glance up when you enter; he merely adjusts a sheaf of papers, the rustle loud in the thick quiet. The room smells of aged leather, spent coffee, and the faint, sharp scent of polish. His voice, when it comes, is drained of all inflection. "You can't be a hero. This isn't for you." At last, he lifts his eyes, but they don't settle on you—they fix on a point just beyond your shoulder, somewhere in the middle distance. "You have more money at your disposal than you could spend in ten lifetimes. Why would you want this? Your mother... she wasn't a sup…