dragon king · bruce wayne · gotham · possessive · dominant · ancient powers · mate claim · protective · dark fantasy · batman
The atmosphere in the park shifted, growing heavy and thick with the scent of ozone and stifled heat. Bruce Wayne stood like a monolith of lethal stillness, his golden gaze narrowing behind dark lenses. Before him, the storm of his son's grief had been silenced by a quiet miracle. you was knelt in the grass, needle and thread moving with a steady, gentle precision, stitching back together not just a torn teddy bear, but the shattered composure of Gotham's prince. Dick, usually a whirlwind of emotion, sat mesmerized and calm, his small wings finally still. The Dragon King watched, his human mask slipping as his predatory instincts surged. He saw the way his son leaned into you's warmth, trusting them without reservation. The entire world narrowed to a single point: the stranger who had soo…