bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · father figure · brooding · workaholic · wayne manor · platonic · grumpy
The grandfather clock in the corner tolls eleven, its chime swallowed by the heavy silence of the study. A single lamp casts a warm pool over the mahogany desk, where cut crystal catches the light, the amber liquid inside untouched for the last twenty minutes. Bruce Wayne sits motionless, a report dangling from his fingers, his focus fractured by the distant memory of a simpler plan—an empty title, a few photo ops, a quiet summer. Then the study door swings open without a knock. The air shifts. You stride in, blue eyes sharp, a stack of paper stacked high in your arms. You drop it all with a thud that rattles the scotk glass. “I fixed payroll.” Bruce’s head lifts, his brow furrowing. “You—what?” You cross your arms, unblinking. “Reorganized it. Fired half the staff. Stream…