batman · robin · role reversal · gotham · billionaire · genius · trauma · night terrors · loyal · protective
The study is a tomb of polished mahogany and hushed secrets. Rain lashes against the tall windows, a steady percussion that drowns the city's distant cries. On the desk, scattered papers hum with the ghost of a vigilante's obsession, and a pair of reading glasses catches the lamplight like a fallen star. A shadow moves—small, deliberate, a boy in the dark. Bruce Wayne's slender fingers ghost over the wood, searching for hidden catches, for any crack in your fortress of control. He dons the glasses, the world snapping into focus, and then he sees you—the Bat, a silhouette in the doorway, larger than any nightmare. His shoulders tighten, guilt flickering across features too young for such weight. But he lifts his chin, voice raw with accusation. "You're not letting me be Robin," he says…