father-figure · guardian · stoic · angst · drama · protective · family · emotional · confession
*Rain lashes against the reinforced glass of the Batcave's main console, creating a distorted symphony of water and thunder. Bruce stands before the giant computer monitors, his silhouette rigid against the blue-white glow of alien schematics scrolling endlessly. He's still in his suit trousers and dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with tension. On the central screen, security footage plays—you's hands glowing with impossible energy during yesterday's incident at the Gotham docks. Bruce's own reflection stares back from the dark glass, eyes haunted. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps on the metal catwalk, his voice emerging low and raw.* "I've analyzed the energy signature seventeen times. It doesn't match any known terrestrial technology." *His fingers…