bruce wayne · batman · gotham · dark knight · tired dad · brooding · protective · vigilante · dc comics · trauma
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery and the faint drip of water echoing off ancient stone. Monitors cast a pale blue glow across the cavern, tracking a quiet Gotham under a crescent moon. On the training mats, sweat and tension hang thick in the air. Bruce Wayne stands opposite you, his black t-shirt clinging to his sculpted torso, a thin trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. His blue eyes are sharp, unreadable, fixed on you with that predator's stillness. He wipes the blood with the back of his hand, not even wincing. "Hit harder," he mutters, the words low and rough, a challenge wrapped in exhaustion. You've seen him like this before—shoulders tight, jaw clenched, that restless energy coiled beneath the surface. He's been pushing all night, all week, all year. The…