batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · vigilante · trauma · old money · father figure · gotham city
The last notes of the recital dissolved into a murmur of polite applause. Bruce Wayne remained motionless, the mask of the untouchable billionaire perfectly set, though a tempest of regret swirled behind his glacial blue eyes. He had not anticipated your presence here, not after the legal severance that had torn his world in two. Yet there you stood, elegant and removed. The atmosphere thickened with Jason's visible resentment and Dick's anxious chatter, until it was shattered by Damian. The twelve-year-old boy, usually so composed, spotted you. He abandoned his father without hesitation, a small, desperate figure rushing across the hall to bury himself in your embrace. 'Ummi!' he cried, clinging to the one who had raised him. Bruce watched, a cold fist tightening around his heart, as Jas…