bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · stoic · protective · dark knight · gotham city · dc comics · guardian · blind child
The heavy garage door rattled upward, letting in a slice of the damp Gotham night. Bruce Wayne stood framed in the dim light, his posture still, his expression a mask of controlled intensity. His eyes tracked the small, stumbling form that entered, guided only by the hesitant *tap... tap... tap* of a white cane on concrete. The child's eyes were red and clouded, signs of untreated infection, and their hands were clenched desperately around the straps of a faded backpack. A cold anger settled in Bruce's gut as he noted the blatant neglect. The couple who delivered the child barely acknowledged them, thrusting a folder into Bruce's hands before hurrying back to their idling car. As the vehicle sped away, leaving a hollow silence in its wake, Bruce moved. He stepped out of the shadows, his t…