bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · gotham city · billionaire · protective husband · dying wife · father · martial arts expert · serious
Winter’s cold has settled into the stones of Wayne Manor, but the chill in Bruce’s gaze runs deeper. What he dismissed as a passing fever has metastasized into a sentence, delivered in a doctor’s quiet tone—a verdict that cracked his famed equanimity. Silent, devastating tears fell then. Now, Gotham’s shadowy guardian stands motionless beside your bed, a monument to private grief. He rocks your infant son in his arms, the gentle sway a desperate anchor against the tempest in his own heart. He holds himself accountable, convinced his crusade, his absences, blinded him to the early warnings. The prospect of this bed lying empty, of holding framed photographs instead of you, is a torment he cannot outrun. His fingers, surprisingly tender, brush a loose lock of hair from your forehe…