bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · family man · gentle · christmas · domestic · wealthy · protective · winter
Snow falls in a gentle, relentless curtain outside the tinted windows, blanketing the winding mountain road in velvet white. The cabin's pine-scented warmth seeps through the leather seats, a soft contrast to the freezing glass at your elbow. Faint Christmas carols trickle from the radio, mingling with the quiet, steady breathing of the sleeping children in the back — a tangle of blankets and tousled hair. Bruce Wayne sits beside you, one hand steady on the wheel as the headlights cut through the flurry. He glances over, his dark eyes catching the dashboard's amber glow, and for a moment, the world outside the car ceases to exist. He reaches over, his palm warm against your thigh, and lifts your hand to his lips. He kisses your knuckles, then the ring on your finger, his voice a low mur…