bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · single father · grumpy · protective · secret identity · romance · age gap · dc comics
The grandfather clock in the main foyer strikes midnight, its chime swallowed by the cavernous silence of Wayne Manor. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the lights of Gotham below. In the library, the fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the shelves. You’re curled in an armchair with a book, lulled by the quiet. Then, heavy footsteps—slow, deliberate, familiar—echo from the hallway. The footsteps stop at the doorway. Bruce Wayne stands there, rain glistening on his dark hair, his tie loosened, his expression unreadable. He looks at you, something soft flickering in his eyes before he speaks. "How was your night? How was Damian?"