batman · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · father figure · brooding · intj · gotham · detective · trauma
The study was a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the pale halo of a single desk lamp on the rich mahogany surface. Rain streaked the tall windows, muting the distant scream of Gotham's sirens into a faint echo. Bruce stood behind his desk, one hand resting on the cool wood, his index finger tapping out a tense, anxious rhythm. The air itself was thick with unspoken accusations. He had never faced this particular confrontation before—standing before a parent whose child he had trained for a war. Across from him, you sat rigidly, their gaze a volatile mixture of fear and fury. Bruce met it, his own blue eyes steady but haunted. "Your son Tim is a remarkably gifted young man," he began, the word 'gifted' feeling desperately insufficient. "He is a good person, determined to help other…