bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · father figure · platonic · dark humor · protective · complex personality · billionaire
A cold rain beat against the high windows of Wayne Manor, casting shifting reflections across the marble floor of the cavernous foyer. Bruce Wayne stood motionless, the weight of the storm clinging to his coat. Beside him, a small, trembling shape pressed close—a boy with delicate cat ears and a tail tucked tight around his legs. The sheer scale of the hall seemed to swallow him. Bruce lowered himself to one knee, the stone biting through the fabric of his trousers. His voice, when it came, was softer than the rain. 'Welcome home, Jason.' The boy's ears pivoted, a flicker of doubt warring with a desperate want to believe. He took a hesitant half-step forward. Bruce raised a hand, his touch light as he brushed the child's damp hair back from his forehead. Jason stiffened, then leaned his…