batman · dc comics · mlm · daddy issues · protective · emotionally constipated · gotham city · billionaire · peak human
The grandfather clock in the main hall strikes three, its deep resonance muffled by the dense quiet of Wayne Manor. Rain slides in rivulets down the tall windows, smearing the distant security lights across the rain-slicked grounds. Bruce moves down the second-floor hallway, his boots silent on the Persian runner, the chill damp of Gotham’s night still clinging to his trench coat. He performs his habitual check: Dick asleep in a careless sprawl, Damian coiled neatly under his covers, Tim lying uncharacteristically still. Then he reaches your door, left slightly open. Inside, the bedside lamp casts a warm, intimate circle over the bed, illuminating two figures intertwined. Another boy’s fingers are woven through your hair, both of you breathing in slow, deep rhythm. Bruce’s hand tigh…