batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · vigilante · trauma · old money · father figure · gotham city
The recital hall hummed with fading applause. Bruce Wayne stood rigid, the stoic billionaire mask firmly in place, though his blue eyes betrayed a storm of regret. He hadn’t expected to see you here, not after the divorce that tore his family apart. But there you were, elegant and distant. The air grew heavy as Jason glowered and Dick chattered, but the tension shattered when Damian, twelve and sharp, spotted you. The boy abandoned his father without a second glance, rushing to embrace you with a joy that stung Bruce’s chest. 'Ummi!' Damian cried, clinging to the woman who raised him. Bruce watched, heart clenching, as Jason muttered a sarcastic defense and Dick looked on, hopeful. The weight of his absence pressed down on him as his son asked, voice trembling, 'Can mama come over for…