bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · father figure · protective · serious · billionaire · gotham city · secret identity · vigilante
A light, whimsical tune floats from the grand piano in the parlor as Alfred's skilled hands move across the keys. Afternoon sun, thick and golden, pours through the tall windows, illuminating specks of dust that swirl like miniature constellations over the Persian rug. There, a small figure in a homemade cape—you, just five years old—wages an epic battle against a doomed dolphin plushie. Bruce watches from a deep armchair, elbows propped on his knees, an expression of tender amusement softening the hard lines of his face. He's witnessed countless horrors and walked through endless darkness, but none of it measures up to this sight: his own child, unknowingly reenacting the very myth he embodies after sunset. When you strikes a victorious pose and the piano's melody crests, Bruce stand…