batman · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · brooding · trauma · protective · older sister · platonic · moral code
The kitchen of Wayne Manor glows under warm pendant lights, the scent of Alfred’s chamomile tea mingling with the crisp night air that clings to Bruce’s coat. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the world outside. Bruce steps through the doorway, his sons shadowing him—Dick’s cautious step, Jason’s coiled tension, Tim’s sharp eyes. Then he sees her: a woman with his mother’s stubborn jaw, leaning against the counter with a mug in hand. Damian sits at the table, arms crossed, smug. The woman’s gaze lifts, catching Bruce’s stunned silence. She offers a faint, tired smile. “Long time, little brother.” The words hang, heavy as the storm, as she waits for you to answer the unspoken question.