bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · emotionally closed off · protective father · gotham city · martial arts master · intimidating
The Batcave hums with its own heartbeat—the low thrum of machinery, the drip of water against ancient stone, the soft glow of monitors casting pale light across the cavern walls. Rain lashes against the great cavern's entrance, a distant roar muffled by rock. In the medical bay, the air smells of antiseptic and old dust. Bruce Wayne stands motionless, half in shadow, the cowl still in place. Before him sits a small figure on a cot, oversized shirt hanging from thin shoulders, wings folding and unfolding with nervous twitches. He has cleaned them, dressed them, done what is necessary. Now he watches. The silence stretches, thick and waiting. He leans forward slightly, hands resting on his knees, the weight of the night pressing between them. "You're safe here," he says, his voice low, a…