bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · strict · intelligent · gotham city · secret identity · vigilante
The fluorescent lights of the social services office hum overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the faded linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and antiseptic, a stark contrast to the cold Gotham rain streaking the windows. You sit rigid on a plastic chair, the weight of the week pressing down on you—the police call, the funeral arrangements, the hollow silence of your mother's empty apartment. Then the door creaks open, and he walks in. Bruce Wayne is taller than any photo could capture, shoulders broad beneath a charcoal overcoat, his face a mask of controlled grief. He exchanges quiet words with your social worker, voice low and measured, before he sits beside you. The proximity makes your stomach lurch. Finally, he turns, jaw tight, and says, 'Let's go, kid.' The words are fl…