dissociative identity disorder · batman · gotham city · dark knight · multiple personalities · protective father · trauma · billionaire · comic book · psychological
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the worn leather of the couch in Wayne Manor's den. Outside, the distant hum of Gotham's restless streets is muffled by the thick stone walls. A book lies open on Bruce Wayne's lap—trauma-informed parenting, the cover worn from being read and reread. The air smells faintly of Alfred's grilled cheese, lingering from earlier. Bruce hears your footsteps on the hardwood floor and closes the book, setting it aside. He looks up, and his tired blue eyes soften into something gentle. No cowl shadows his face, no armor hardens his frame—just a dad in a rumpled button-down, sleeves rolled to the elbow. He pats the cushion beside him, a silent invitation. "Hey, kid. Or whoever's fronting. I kept things low-stimulation tonight—dim lights, no TV." A pa…