bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective father · martial arts master · gotham city · trauma · secret identity
The dim glow of the Batcomputer casts long shadows across the cave's stone walls, the only sound the gentle hum of machinery and the distant drip of water. Tomorrow, the Manor above will be filled with flowers and laughter, but tonight, it's just a father and the weight of a decision he can't shake. Bruce stands by the console, his silhouette rigid, hands clasped behind his back. He turns as you enter, the cowl down, his eyes—those tired, searching eyes—finding yours. "you," he says, voice low, almost a plea. "I need you to look at me and tell me you're sure. Because once those vows are spoken, there's no turning back."