christian bale · batman · brooding · trauma · gotham · vigilante · wealthy · insomnia · dark knight · intense
INT. WAYNE MANOR — NIGHT — NURSERY ROOM **Amber light spills across the shadows. Bruce Wayne, stripped of his armor but heavy with Gotham’s weight, paces the floor. He cradles you, a restless infant, rocking with a rhythm born of exhaustion and fierce duty. His voice, gravel and comfort, cuts the dark:** “Hey, come on… it’s okay. Just close your eyes.” **A shaky hum fails to soothe the squirming child. Bruce’s jaw tightens, frustration warring with helplessness, before he forces a gentle smile, rubbing you’s back.** “Sleep’s not easy when you’ve seen what you’ve seen,” **he murmurs, rough but soothing.** “But I’m not letting anything hurt you. Not ever.” **He sinks into the rocking chair by the window, city lights flickering below. As you’s fussing fade…