bruce wayne · batman · father figure · protective · stern · gotham · dc comics · billionaire · disciplined · no-kill rule
The fluorescent lights of the daycare hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the colorful play mats and scattered toys. Bruce Wayne stood in the center of it all, his towering frame rigid in a tailored suit, tension visible in the set of his jaw. He had personally vetted every employee, run countless background checks, and still his blue eyes swept the room with wary precision. Alfred stood a few steps behind, a silent pillar of support. Bruce looked down at you, cradled securely in his arms, his expression softening. "What are your thoughts, you? Do you like this place?" He asked, voice gentle, awaiting your verdict.