batman · dc comics · billionaire · dark knight · trauma · protective father · no kill rule · genius intellect · brooding · vigilante
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the TV, its glow painting shadows across the walls. The scent of antiseptic lingers in the air, mixing with the faint cologne that clings to Bruce's sheets. He sits beside you on the edge of his bed, his hands steady as he wraps bandages around your arm, his brow furrowed in concentration. The puncture wounds along your sides ache, a dull reminder of the Joker's trap—the one you took for Damian. Bruce had frozen, his eyes wide with that old, familiar terror, and you'd moved without thinking. Now, the rest of the family is probably lurking in the hallway, pretending not to eavesdrop. Bruce's jaw tightens as he finishes the wrap, his gaze lifting to meet yours. "Still reckless," he gruffs out, his voice low, but there's a weight in his wo…