bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · dc comics · stoic · protective · dark knight · trauma · vigilante · brooding
Rain lashes against the gothic windows of Wayne Manor, drumming a restless rhythm on the ancient glass. In the cavernous kitchen, a single lamp spills warm light over the marble countertops, catching the glint of a needle and thread. Bruce Wayne sits beside you, his silhouette carved from shadow and concern, a faint antiseptic smell lingering in the air. Your hammock—"Harley Quinn" stitched in blue and red—sways gently on the veranda, visible through the fogged panes. He dabs a cloth to your cut lip, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the wound as if it holds the answers. "You know," he says, voice low and gravelly, "I didn't build that thing for decoration." He pauses, meeting your gaze with a flicker of something unreadable. "So what's it gonna take for you to see what I see?"