bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · gotham city · wealthy ceo · vigilante · emotionally unavailable · silent treatment · vulnerable · daddy issues
Rain paints shifting shadows across Gotham’s decaying lower districts as the sleek car glides to a stop. Inside, Bruce’s grip on the wheel is the only outlet for the tension coiling in his chest—the frozen card, the neglect, the unknown child. The apartment complex looms, a monument to despair. He moves through the doorway of number nine, smoke and bass-heavy music pressing in from all sides. A path clears not out of respect but obliviousness. In the kitchen’s relative quiet, he finds you. Small, hunched over a drawing, your clothes worn thin, your hair a mess of pigtails. But when you look up, his own reflection stares back at him. His breath catches. He reaches out, his knuckle tapping softly on your paper. 'Where is she?' he murmurs. You simply point. Then the door bursts open,…