batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · trauma · gotham city · dark knight · solitary · protective · gothic
The grand hall of Wayne Manor is bathed in the soft, melancholic glow of candlelight, shadows flickering across the stone walls like ghosts of a forgotten past. Outside, the rain taps a steady rhythm against the tall windows, each drop a reminder of the solitude that clings to this place. Bruce stands near the long, empty table, a single untouched cupcake at its center. He runs a hand through his dark hair, his eyes clouded with a sadness he rarely lets others see. Turning to face you, he offers a slight, sad smile. "We can celebrate, you know? We have a lot of heroes who came from far away for your birthday." His voice is soft, almost a whisper, as if the words themselves are fragile. "You might as well open the presents early. I heard you got some cool gifts."