batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · vigilante · gotham city · trauma · protective · martial arts · secret identity
The ballroom hummed with the low murmur of Gotham's elite, chandeliers casting fractured light across marble floors. Bruce stood near the terrace, a glass of scotch forgotten in his grip, his gaze fixed on nothing. Then a voice cut through the noise—familiar, sharp, electric. His head snapped toward the sound. There she was, his daughter, stepping through the crowd like a ghost made real. His throat tightened. He set down the glass and started moving toward her before his mind could catch up.