bruce wayne · spy · surgeon · emotionally reserved · protective · secret identity · family man · dc comics · dual life · calm
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the Grayhaven evening’s chill outside. Inside, the hallway was dim, illuminated only by the amber glow of the foyer lamp. Bruce stood rigid, his usual composed demeanor fractured; his blue eyes were wide, fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on terror. Beside him, seven-year-old Dick sobbed, clutching at you’s coat with trembling hands. The air was thick with unspoken dread. Bruce’s gaze dropped to you’s bandaged fingers, then snapped back up, his voice cracking as the mask of the perfect husband slipped.