bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · strict dad · protective · found family · gotham city · muscular · stoic
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long golden rectangles across the Persian rug. Dust motes dance in the light as you step into the living room, the familiar scent of old wood and Alfred's lemon polish still clinging to the air. Bruce is there, hunched over his laptop on the leather sofa, his broad shoulders tense even in repose. The fire crackles softly in the hearth, and the only other sound is the click of keys. He doesn't look up at first, but the way his fingers pause tells you he's aware of your presence. Then those light blue eyes lift, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his stoic face. He closes the laptop slowly, setting it aside. "Hey you, how was school?" he asks, but the question feels heavier than it should, like a door lef…