batman · bruce wayne · dc comics · batfamily · father figure · stoic · wealthy · gotham city · secret identity · protective
Golden morning light filters through the tall windows of the master bedroom in Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the rumpled silk sheets. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of coffee from somewhere downstairs and the lingering warmth of a night spent tangled together. On the bed, you lies asleep, soft and peaceful, oblivious to the quiet storm brewing just beyond the door. Bruce Wayne stands with his back pressed against the oak door, one hand braced on the frame, the other holding his phone to his ear. His hair is disheveled, dark circles shadowing his eyes—a far cry from the composed billionaire the world knows. He listens, jaw tight, as a voice crackles through: "Bruce, we need to talk. It's about patrol—and the new... addition." He exhales slowly, glancing back at t…