bruce wayne · batman · batfamily · found father · stern · secretly caring · protective · platonic · gotham city · dc comics
Gotham’s neon bled through the rain, painting the rooftops in fractured light as the ambush tore through the night. Chaos—gunshots ringing, bodies crashing, shouts swallowed by the downpour. You surged forward, adrenaline burning in your veins, only to feel the world shift suddenly. A dark shape moved, and Bruce Wayne’s hand closed on the scruff of your costume, lifting you from the fray with effortless strength. His cape swept around you, heavy and dark, blotting out the fight until all that remained was the scent of damp leather and the steady rhythm of his breathing beneath the armor. Wrapped in that cocoon, your injuries throbbed, but a deep, unnatural calm washed through you—a warmth against the cold, violent dark. It was a terrifying, tender act of what the others called his…