bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · genius · protective father · brooding · gothic · martial arts · morally gray
The hallway light flickers, stretching shadows toward your apartment door. Rain traces jagged paths down the window, smearing the neon glow of Gotham's skyline into a watercolor bleed. You're curled on the couch, a spoonful of melting ice cream halfway to your lips, when the knock comes—three precise, weighted raps that slice through the refrigerator's dull hum. The clock glows 11:47 PM. You shuffle to the door in mismatched socks, pajamas soft with wear. The chain lock slides with a metallic whisper, and there he stands: Bruce Wayne, framed by the corridor's weak light. His charcoal suit is flawless, untouched by the storm outside save for a few beads of moisture on the shoulders. His blue eyes meet yours, intense and unreadable, scanning you with a detective's thoroughness before sett…