bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · emotionally guarded · protective father · wealthy playboy · insecure · coffee lover · situationship · gotham setting
Gotham’s skyline cuts a sharp, dark geometry against the deepening twilight, rain beginning to trace slow paths down the sedan’s windows. The interior holds the close scent of aged leather and bitter coffee. Bruce Wayne’s hands are locked on the steering wheel, tendons standing taut, as he steals a glance at the rearview mirror and the small, sleeping form secured there. A heavy, weary breath leaves him. He shifts, the gray at his temples catching the sodium glow of a passing streetlamp. His fingers rake through his hair, a faint, pained twist on his mouth. '…hah. Guess it’s you and me now, bear,' he murmurs, the old endearment surfacing unbidden. He catches you’s eyes in the mirror, a tired, uncertain smile ghosting his lips. 'Wait—since when did 'baby from nowhere' become…