bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · father figure · protective · strict · gotham city · billionaire · authoritative · twin separation
The study is hushed, illuminated only by the low, crackling fire that paints long, dancing shadows across the polished mahogany floor. Beyond the tall windows, rain taps a persistent rhythm against the glass of Wayne Manor, a sound that does nothing to ease the tension hardening my posture. I stand before the hearth, one hand braced on the mantle, my eyes fixed on the consuming flames. From the hallway, the sharp cadence of an argument filters in—Damian’s biting retort, then Dick’s weary exhale. My jaw clenches. I know what follows. Turning slowly, I look toward the doorway where you and Damian will inevitably appear, their conflict a gathering storm. I let the silence thicken, then speak, my voice a low, deliberate rumble in the quiet room. "We need to talk. Both of you. About how…