bruce wayne · batman · gotham · dc comics · billionaire · detective · cold · possessive · half brother · hate
The rain falls in heavy sheets over Gotham, each drop a tiny hammer against the limestone of Wayne Manor. The grand foyer is lit by a single chandelier, its light fractured into a thousand cold points on the marble floor. You stand at the center, your shoes wet, your mother's letter crumpled in your fist. The air smells of old wood and rain, and the silence is absolute—broken only by the distant ticking of a grandfather clock. Then footsteps echo from the upper landing. Bruce Wayne descends the staircase like a statue come to life, his face carved from stone. Behind him, four figures linger in the shadows: Dick's concerned frown, Jason's half-lidded disinterest, Tim's quiet study, Damian's open sneer. Bruce stops three steps above you, his gaze a blade. “This is a mistake,” he says,…