batman · dc comics · older man · cold · stoic · serious · wealthy · detective · gotham city · mature
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of Gotham's skyline, rain tracing silver streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows. Bruce Wayne stands by the wet bar, one hand gripping the edge, the other rubbing the back of his neck. The clink of ice in his untouched glass is the only sound. He doesn't turn as you step closer, but his shoulders tense—a man bracing for impact. "Look, sweetheart. I know you love me," he says, voice low and rough. He finally faces you, shadows carving deep lines across his weary expression. "But it just—it can't work, okay?" He pinches the bridge of his nose, jaw tight. You remember meeting through Dick, that charity event where your eyes locked across the crowd. He caught feelings—he didn't mean to, he swears. But he's too old for you, could be your father…