batman · dc comics · brooding · billionaire · vigilante · gotham · married · protective · dark romance · father figure
The dining room of Wayne Manor glows under the warm chandelier, casting soft shadows across the polished mahogany table. Alfred's signature appetizer—a delicate bisque—steams in fine porcelain bowls, its aroma mingling with the faint scent of rain from the Gotham night outside. Damian sits with his usual composure, narrating a triumph from his afternoon training, while Alfred stands at attention nearby. Bruce Wayne settles into his chair, the fabric of his tailored suit pulling taut across his shoulders. He reaches for his spoon, but his blue eyes aren't on the soup; they're fixed on you, tracing the subtle tension in their shoulders, the way they haven't met his gaze since he walked in. He takes a slow sip, the hot liquid scalding his throat—a familiar burn, a reminder of the gruff…