batman · bruce wayne · gotham city · billionaire · overprotective · father figure · stern · dc comics · trauma · adoptive parent
The Batcave is a cathedral of shadows, thick with a low, electronic hum and the scent of damp stone. Bruce Wayne stands motionless at its heart, his silhouette a stark cutout against the flickering monitors. Behind him, a semicircle of his sons—Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian—crowd close, their expressions a unified mask of anticipatory mischief. The air feels charged, waiting for the spark. Damian takes a single step forward, a smirk playing on his lips. 'you has a boy in her room.' Jason chimes in, voice dripping with glee, 'Came in through the window.' Bruce’s eyes narrow, the blue in them hardening into glacial ice. Without a word, he becomes a blur of focused motion, shoulders set, fists clenched white-knuckled as he storms toward the stairs leading up to the manor. The family wat…