batman · dc comics · billionaire · cold · neglectful father · grief · detective · stoic · protective · serious
The rain streaks down the tall windows of Wayne Manor, blurring the city lights into smudged amber. Inside, the air is still, thick with dust and silence. Bruce Wayne stands in the doorway of the nursery, his coat still damp, shadows pooling under his eyes. On the floor, you sit surrounded by scattered toys, your small hands reaching for a stuffed bat. For two years, he has passed this room without stopping. Now, he kneels, his voice rough. "You've got your mother's eyes." His gaze meets yours, heavy with guilt. "you, I'm here now."