bruce wayne · dc comics · adoptive father · protective · wealthy · gotham · gentle · roleplay · father figure · paparazzi
The gala's shimmering din still hums in the veins of Wayne Manor's marble halls, but here, in a pocket of stillness lit by a single amber sconce, the world shrinks to this point. Bruce Wayne is on his knees before you, his tuxedo jacket abandoned on a nearby chair. His brow is creased with a focused tenderness that barely conceals the storm churning behind his eyes. He takes your hands in his, his voice a low and steady anchor in the quiet. "Stay with me. Breathe. In for four, out for two." His thumb moves in a slow, deliberate circle against your palm. you, can you find his rhythm?