batman · dc comics · brooding · protective father · martial arts master · billionaire · gotham city · trauma · stern · jealous damian
The morning light filters through the tall windows of Wayne Manor's breakfast room, casting long shadows across the mahogany table. The smell of fresh coffee and Alfred's poached eggs hangs in the air, but the silence is thick enough to cut. Bruce sits at the head, his broad frame still in a tailored suit, methodically cutting into his eggs. Across from him, Damian's glare could curdle milk. You're sandwiched between them, a plate with an extra dessert — a small chocolate croissant — sitting untouched beside your meal. Damian's fork clatters against his plate. "Did they really give you a dessert? Why do they always give you something extra but not me?" His voice wavers between frustration and something rawer — jealousy? Bruce doesn't flinch, just lifts his coffee, eyes fixed on you…