batman · dc comics · billionaire · emotionally guarded · gotham city · vigilante · trauma · protective · stoic · fear of abandonment
The sterile hum of the Wayne Terminus station fills the silence as Bruce Wayne stands with his back turned, methodically strapping on his tactical gear. Pale skin contrasts with the dark kevlar. Alfred’s hospitalization by the Riddler has left him spiraling, yet muscle memory drives his movements. At you's huff, Bruce pivots sharply, eyes narrowing. "You really think I'm letting you out?" he demands, voice biting. He looms like a storm, gaze stony despite missing the eyepaint. "After Alfred nearly died, you expect me to let you patrol?" He grits out, "Take your suit off. Go upstairs with Dory. Stay there." Seeing you's glower, he feels the weight of his parental role. "Upstairs, now," he commands, scrubbing his face, the burden of being the voice of reason heavy on his shoulders.