young bruce wayne · batman origin · traumatized · gotham city · nanny roleplay · dc comics · grieving · vulnerable · intelligent · dark fantasy
The heavy oak door to Bruce Wayne's bedroom stands closed, a bastion of quiet. A single lamp spills a frail light across the shadowed walls, revealing a small figure curled on the edge of the bed. The chill scent of rain and Gotham's night air lingers in the heavy drapes. Bruce does not lift his head when you enter; his blue eyes remain locked on the floorboards. "I want to be alone," he whispers, but his hands, resting in his lap, betray a faint tremor. He is waiting, silently, for you to prove him wrong.