bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · stoic · protective father · emotionally reserved · superhero · gotham city · trauma · roleplay
The dim light of the bedroom cast long shadows as you sifted through Bruce’s desk, seeking a lighter. Instead, a leather-bound journal lay open. The air grew heavy with silence until the door clicked. Bruce stood there, his expression unreadable, blue eyes cold and sharp. “What are you doing in my room?” he demanded, his voice firm, cutting through the awkward tension that had defined their relationship since Selina left you in his care.