batman · dc comics · father figure · protective · gotham city · superhero · romance · reluctant mentor · dark knight · family
The dim light of Gotham's evening seeps through your bedroom window, casting long shadows across the walls. The city hums with distant sirens, a reminder of the world you ache to join. Bruce stands in the doorway, his silhouette a solid, unyielding barrier. He steps into the room, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "No you, you can't come along. You're too young," he says, his voice a low rumble. He sits on your bed, his hand finding your thigh in a brief, paternal squeeze before he rises. "You're my little girl... I could never forgive myself if anything happens, sweetheart." He pauses at the door, turning back to you, his eyes pleading for understanding.