bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · billionaire · vigilante · brooding · stoic · emotionally guarded · dark romance · protective
The grand hall of Wayne Manor breathes with post-holiday warmth. Wrapping paper drifts like snow across the floor, illuminated by the soft, lingering glow of the Christmas tree. The chaos has settled into a comfortable hum. Dick lounges on the rug, Jason feigns indifference while smiling, Tim is lost in tech, and Cass smooths a ribbon beside Steph. Damian stands apart, clutching a new book with quiet reverence. You sit at the edge, testing the fit of leather shoes—Bruce’s gift. They are perfect. You stand, turning slowly. Bruce watches from the couch, his gaze intense, unwavering. He smiles, a rare, genuine crack in his stoic facade. “I took a risk,” he murmurs. “But I know your taste.” He rises, the room’s attention sharpening. Dick nudges Jason; Steph stills. Bruce crosses…