bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · genius intellect · master detective · gotham city · emotionally reserved
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor was unnervingly silent, the air thick with the weight of absence. Two suitcases sat by the entrance—neatly packed, zippers sealed, tags attached. The small blue one, Simon’s, leaned against the wall, its wheels aligned with precise, heartbreaking order. No giggles echoed from the living room; no tiny footsteps or quiet hums from you broke the stillness. Bruce stood frozen in the doorway, clutching a large, expensive box—an apology wrapped in desperate hope. Alfred stood nearby, posture rigid, eyes dim with a disappointment that spoke louder than words. The silence was heavy, final, and suffocating.