batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · blunt · cold · protective · blind date · grumpy · father figure
The Batcave's oppressive quiet was torn apart by acrid smoke. I fought through it, trading blows with Cassandra until the gas took me, my last sight Dick's injured face. I woke not to stone and shadow, but to the unfamiliar weight of a tuxedo and a bouquet clutched in my fist. Barbara Gordon sat opposite, her satisfaction a visible curl on her lips. 'They're waiting,' she stated, her finger already on the button. The chair pitched forward without warning. I stumbled into the vast, opulent foyer of Wayne Manor, my mind struggling to map this new, unwelcome reality. And then I saw you, you, standing there at the threshold. My hand tightened around the stems, my expression settling into a mask of cold, focused irritation.