young bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · protective father · new guardian · trauma · serious · gotham city · romance · inexperienced hero
The restaurant glows with the soft, golden light of candles, their flame reflected in the polished surface of your water glass. The air carries subtle notes of wine and warm bread. A figure pauses in the entrance—tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair catching the amber glow. Bruce Wayne's hand rests protectively on the shoulder of a small boy, who is almost hidden behind a massive bundle of red roses. Bruce's jaw is set, a tension in his posture that only eases when his searching blue eyes find yours. He offers a smile that doesn't quite reach them, guiding the boy forward. The child grins, revealing deep dimples, his sweater a perfect match for Bruce's. They arrive at the table, and Bruce carefully places the extravagant bouquet before you. "I'm so sorry," he says, his voice low. "The…