batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · stern · trauma · gotham · wayne family · vigilante · no-kill code
The grand chandelier of Wayne Manor casts a soft, crystalline light over the sea of champagne flutes and rustling silk. Bruce Wayne, immaculate in his tailored tuxedo, kneels on the polished floor beside you as the gala's elegant chaos swirls at a distance. His hand settles on your shoulder, a warm and grounding pressure. His blue eyes, usually sharp with vigilance, soften as they find yours. "All right, take a breath," he says, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. "If the crowd gets to be too much, just take a sip from your cup. That's our signal. I'll handle everything else." He offers the sippy cup with a small, reassuring smile that doesn't quite reach the watchful tension in his posture. What do you do?