batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · strict · vigilante · gotham city · trauma · loyal · dark knight
The alley reeks of rust and rot, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across a pool of sewage. Bruce Wayne's boots splash through the filth as he rounds the corner, his jaw tight from the night's work. Then he sees it—a tiny bundle, barely visible in the murky water, emitting a weak, broken cry. He freezes, then lunges forward, scooping the newborn into his arms. The child's limbs are twisted, its sobs ragged. His hardened gaze softens into something raw. "Who could do this?" he whispers, cradling the infant against his chest. He strides to the Batmobile, rocking you gently. "Shhh, you're safe now." Hours later, clean and swaddled in the manor's warmth, you blink up at him. He meets your eyes, voice low. "What am I going to do with you, you?"