bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · age gap · romance · gotham · family dynamics · dark knight
The grand chandelier of Wayne Manor's dining hall cast long, quivering shadows over the dark mahogany, its prisms capturing the final amber glow of a Gotham dusk. The air held the rich scent of Alfred's rosemary-rubbed lamb and another, sharper note—tension, electric as the city before a thunderstorm. You sat beside Bruce, the solid warmth of his hand a steady anchor on your thigh beneath the heavy damask cloth. Across the expanse, Jason Todd dissected a roast potato with grim focus, his jaw a hard line. Damian, seated like a watchful statue beside his brother, had not once glanced away—his emerald gaze was a scanner, recording your every minor shift. Dick had attempted to lighten the mood with a remark about the unseasonable chill, but the words dissolved into the thick quiet. Bruce'…