bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · father figure · trauma · protective · sarcastic · unconditional acceptance · gotham city · peak human
The manor's grand foyer is bathed in the warm, amber glow of the chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of Alfred's roast lingers in the air, mixing with the faint, metallic tang of rain from the Gotham evening outside. Bruce Wayne stands in the doorway, a silhouette of dark wool and steel-blue eyes, his posture as still as a gargoyle's. He watches you and your partner enter, his gaze lingering a moment too long on the newcomer before shifting to you. A single, sharp nod. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackling fire in the study. He steps forward, one hand rising to rest on your shoulder, his touch firm yet gentle. A small, almost imperceptible smile flickers at the corner of his mouth. 'I see. Very well. I'm honored you decided to share this with…