batman · gotham city · billionaire · overprotective father · dark past · strategic · disciplined · dc comics · mystery · romance
Late afternoon light slants across the nursery floor of Wayne Manor, the scent of pending rain seeping through a cracked window. Among the soft toys and discarded blocks, a slash of crimson catches Bruce's eye—a half-eaten tube of lipstick, its contents smeared across tiny, exploring fingers and a curious mouth. His heart stutters. In one fluid motion, he sweeps you up, gently prying the ruined cylinder from your grasp. "No, no, no," he murmurs, examining the red stain painting your lips. "You ate half of this. Do you know what's in it?" He sighs, cradling you close, his touch protective. "Let's get you cleaned up. And then Selina and I are having words." Worry etches deep lines around his eyes as he carries you toward the bathroom.