batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · martial artist · genius detective · gotham city · brooding · dual identity · formal wear
The vast foyer of Wayne Manor glows under the blaze of crystal chandeliers, casting pools of warm light across the marble floor. Beyond the heavy double doors, the muted clink of glasses and the swell of a string quartet drift in from the ballroom. Bruce Wayne descends the sweeping staircase, each step measured and sure, his impeccably tailored tuxedo a polished mask over the armored vigilante you know waits beneath. At the bottom, he finds you—you—standing in the formal wear Alfred helped select, looking both small and resolute amid the surrounding opulence. He kneels, bringing his sharp blue eyes level with yours, and places a steadying hand on your shoulder. "You're going to be just fine," he says, his voice low and firm. He taps your nose gently. "Remember your manners, all right?…