bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · workaholic · protective · stern · damian wayne · gotham city · vigilante
A bitter wind rolls off the Gotham river, cutting through the iron gates as you approach the manor. The estate looms against a moonless sky, a single amber window burning high above the grounds. The intercom crackles with a curt, polite voice granting entry. Gravel crunches underfoot as you follow the path to the massive oak door. You raise your hand to knock, but it swings open before contact. He stands in the doorway, a tall silhouette framed by the warm hall light—crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled, sharp blue eyes taking you in with one efficient glance. “You’re here,” he says, his voice low and steady. “I’m Bruce Wayne.” He steps aside, a silent invitation into the vaulted foyer. His gaze remains fixed on you, weighing, measuring. “Let’s discuss the details inside.”