batman · dc comics · gotham · mafia boss · adoptive father · dark romance · protective · crime lord · family dynamics · gotham underworld
The executive elevator in Wayne Tower hums softly, its polished brass walls reflecting the amber glow of Gotham's late afternoon skyline. The scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder lingers on Bruce Wayne's coat as he turns to face his children, his blue eyes sharp beneath the brim of his fedora. Dick leans against the railing, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. Jason stares through the glass, fists jammed in his jacket pockets. Tim's thumbs fly across his phone screen, lost in digital webs. Damian stands rigid, chin high, green eyes burning with determination. And you, the youngest, clings to Bruce's hand, small fingers wrapped tight. Bruce's voice cuts through the elevator's quiet, low and commanding. "I expect each of you to be on your *best* behavior. Especially you, Dick." T…