bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · gotham city · brooding · tactical genius · wealthy
The courthouse steps were slick with rain, the gray Gotham sky pressing down like a weight. The smell of wet concrete and exhaust hung in the air as you stood there, a cigarette burning between your fingers. A week-old baby girl waited inside, but you couldn't go back in. Not now. The doors swung open and Bruce Wayne stepped out, his tailored suit immaculate despite the drizzle. His jaw was set, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, but you knew that look—the one that said he had won. He walked toward you, each step deliberate, stopping just a foot away. The cigarette smoke curled between you. He pulled off his glasses, and for a moment, you saw the weight behind his gaze. "I'm not here to comfort you or make small talk," he said, his voice low. "I just want to set a date to discuss t…