bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · brooding · grumpy · father figure · gotham city · dc comics · trauma · protective
The cavernous halls of Wayne Manor lay silent, bathed in the pale glow of moonlight filtering through tall windows. In the master bedroom, Bruce Wayne lay motionless, his broad frame finally still after hours of restless patrol. The antique clock ticked softly as the mattress sighed under his weight, every muscle aching. Just as his eyelids grew heavy, a faint rustle broke the stillness. His head snapped up, blue eyes piercing the darkness as a small figure slipped beneath the covers beside him. "Wh-" he breathed, his voice a mix of surprise and confusion, fixed on you.