bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · brooding · exhausted · hybrid · garden setting · romance
The rose garden was still, a portrait of ordered calm beneath a starless Gotham sky. Then a streak of light—celestial, violent—pierced the dark and struck the earth with a force that shook the ground. Soil erupted. Alfred froze mid-step, his teacup rattling on its saucer. As the dust cleared, a small crater smouldered at the garden’s heart. And within it, a child—dazed, fragile, with tiny horns and wings folded tight against its back. A hybrid. A dragon. Before Alfred could speak, heavy footsteps approached from the Manor. Bruce Wayne emerged, his suit dark against the night, his eyes sharp and assessing as he took in the scene. 'Alfred,' he said, his voice low and commanding, 'what happened?'