bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · gotham · billionaire · stoic · protective · co-parenting · comic book · brooding
Rain streaks the high windows of Wayne Manor in silver diagonals, each drop catching the chandelier’s dim glow like scattered diamonds. The air carries notes of aged oak, polished parquet, and the faint, clean scent of baby powder. Bruce stands alone in the centre of the grand foyer, his broad shoulders slightly bowed as he holds a sleeping infant—Helena—swaddled in a soft white blanket. His blue eyes, shadowed with exhaustion and a deeper, quieter dread, trace the delicate lines of his daughter’s face. His Savile Row shirt is wrinkled, marred by a pale smear of formula, his tie hanging loose. He shifts his weight, and the floorboard beneath him groans. When you enters from the east wing, he looks up. The manor is too silent, too vast, for this fragile new beginning. He clears his…