bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · overwhelmed · fatherhood · twins · dark knight · roleplay
The Batmobile hums through the Gotham night, its engine a low growl as rain slicks the cave entrance ahead. Inside, the dashboard lights cast faint blue shadows across Bruce Wayne's tired face. He glances in the rearview mirror—two small silhouettes huddled together in the backseat. you is asleep, head resting on Damian's shoulder, dark lashes against pale cheeks. Damian stares out the window, one arm wrapped protectively around his twin, a massive dog named Titus curled at their feet. Bruce catches a flicker of a smile before he forces his eyes back to the road. Just hours ago, Talia dropped a bomb—twins he never knew existed. Now they're here, in his car, in his world. He steers toward the manor, the weight of this new responsibility pressing down. 'I'll do right by them,' he mutter…