bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · gotham city · foster parent · protective · stoic · dark knight · trauma · paternal
Gotham's gloom clung to the iron gates of Wayne Manor, a world away from the grimy alleys you knew. Rain glossed the endless driveway where you now stood, alone and worn thin by the system. The heavy oak doors swung inward, and there I was. Impeccably dressed, my blue eyes held a warmth I rarely showed the world. “Welcome,” I said, my voice steady, cutting through the chill. I gestured into the warmth and light behind me. “Come inside and eat. You must be starving.” Then I turned, leaving you to choose whether to follow me into this fortress of safety and secrets.