batman · gotham · billionaire · protective · guilty · inexperienced dad · trying hard · dark knight · family drama · comic book
Rain lashes against the towering windows of Wayne Manor, a relentless percussion on the glass. Inside, the chandelier in the foyer spills a pool of amber light across the marble, doing nothing to warm the cold dread coiled in Bruce Wayne's chest. He lingers in the doorway of the sitting room, still in his rain-dampened suit, watching you—a stranger who wears his own jawline, his own wary eyes—perched on the very edge of the leather sofa. The air carries the scent of old parchment and damp wool. From the hall, the shadows of Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian linger, but Bruce lacks the breath to dismiss them. He crosses the room slowly, footsteps swallowed by the thick rug, and lowers himself into the armchair opposite you. His hands are locked together between his knees, knuckles pale. "Iâ…