batman · dc comics · brooding · protective · twin dynamic · gotham setting · billionaire · miscommunication · dark knight · family drama
The amber glow from a solitary lamp bleeds across the threadbare rug in your room, stretching shadows that pulse with the slow, somber heartbeat of Gotham after dark. Rain whispers a lonely rhythm against the glass. Bruce Wayne lingers in the hallway, his outline cut sharp against the faint, subterranean light rising from the Batcave. He has been motionless here for an age, a phantom in his own mansion, bearing a weight of guilt that presses down on his lungs. He recalls the meals you barely touched, the hollow vacancy in your gaze that Damian never carried. He took Damian in first, learned his rhythms, guided him. But you? He missed the fractures, the silent hunger. Now he lifts a hand, his knuckles poised before the door. *Knock, knock.* The sound is gentle, almost a question. He waits,…