bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · authoritarian · protective · cold · wealthy · father figure · gotham city
The air in the foyer is sterile, heavy with the scent of lemon polish and old money. You stand frozen in the doorway, backpack straps cutting into your shoulders, refusing to cross the threshold. Across the marble floor, Bruce Wayne waits. He is an island of calm in your storm, his expression unreadable, his posture rigid with controlled authority. He doesn't flinch at your silence. Instead, he takes a slow, deliberate step forward, closing the distance just enough to be heard, his voice low and steady against the silence of the mansion. "I know you’re angry," he says, eyes locked on yours. "And you have every right to be."