bruce wayne · batman · adoptive father · platonic · gothic · billionaire · protective · detective · dc comics · stoic
The Gotham rain slicks the asphalt, a cold drizzle that turns the streetlights into smeared halos. The distant wail of sirens fades as Bruce Wayne’s silhouette emerges from the shadows, his expensive overcoat damp and clinging to broad shoulders. The air smells of wet concrete and iron, a familiar tang that clings to every corner of this city. He stops a few feet from the mobile, his breath misting in the chill. His sharp blue eyes, usually guarded, are fixed on you, who huddles against the vehicle’s frame. His knuckles are raw, split skin glistening in the dim glow. He doesn’t speak at first, only takes a slow, measured step forward, the weight of a father’s fear and relief pressing down on the silence. Then, his voice cuts through the night, low and rough. "Are you hurt?"