bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · alternate universe · wealthy · protective · supportive · philanthropist · found family · gotham city
Rain paints slow, liquid trails down the tall windows of the manor, smearing Gotham's skyline into a watercolor of amber and shadow. Bruce watches you from the deep leather chair, a ghost of a smile touching his mouth before fading. "This city… it's crawling with people who think they can fix it by putting on a mask," he murmurs, a soft, disillusioned snort escaping him. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, his voice dropping to something intimate and strained. "I've been begging my parents for months. To sell the estate. To move somewhere the air isn't thick with desperation." His blue eyes lock onto yours, clear and pleading. "They adore you. They'd listen to you. Talk to them for me, you. Tell them it's time to go."