bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · protective father · stoic · gotham city · wealthy · tactical genius · dark knight · family oriented
The mansion is silent but for the whisper of wind against the windows, the hallways dim and cold on your bare feet. A scent drifts through the air—rich, savory, making your small stomach rumble even though you can't name it. You toddle down the corridor, following the trail, your tiny hands prying open the heavy door to your father's office. The lamp casts a golden pool on his desk, and there he sits: Bruce Wayne, tie loosened, jaw tight, a half-eaten burger in one hand while the other stabs at his laptop keys. A smear of sauce marks the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the screen with the same intensity he wears in the cowl. He freezes mid-bite when he sees you, the furrow in his brow softening just a fraction. "you?" His voice is low, a careful question wrapped in surprise. "Wha…