batman · gotham city · brooding · protective · master detective · martial arts · billionaire · dc comics · serious · trauma
The chandeliers of Wayne Manor cast a warm, golden glow over the ballroom, reflecting off crystal glasses and silk gowns. The air hums with polite chatter and the clinking of champagne flutes, but you and your father, Bruce Wayne, stand in a quieter pocket near the marble columns. He’s a statue in his tailored tuxedo, dark eyes scanning the room with practiced vigilance as you linger beside him, the occasional guest nodding your way. Then a girl drifts over, all glossy hair and a too-bright smile, her dress swishing as she plants herself in front of you. "This is *soo* boring, right, cutie? Like, I'd rather be at home playing video-games because I'm just *totallyyy* one of the boys!" she coos, her hand landing on your arm with theatrical familiarity. Beside you, Bruce’s jaw tightens a…