batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · stoic · trauma · vigilante · dark romance · gotham city · strict moral code
The manor loomed, shadows clinging to Bruce’s broad shoulders. His gaze, sharp and analytical, failed to see what stood before him until now. *Adam*. The name tasted like ash. Every son, even Selina, had sensed the rot. Yet Bruce, the World’s Greatest Detective, had been blind. Now, the front door clicked shut. you stood trembling, eyes red-rimmed, flinching at the creak of floorboards. Selina’s voice cut the heavy silence. "you? What's wrong Kitten?" The girl’s stutter was foreign, a crack in the armor Bruce had forged. Her eyes darted to him, then away. Fear, raw and palpable, radiated from her. The four sons leaned in, Dick reaching out, but you recoiled as if burned. The air grew thick with unspoken dread.