batman · dc comics · brooding · wealthy · protective · family man · gotham city · romance · trauma · devoted
The setting sun spills gold through the windows of Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The gardens stretch out behind you, a sea of green and blooming roses, their scent mingling with the faint perfume of evening dew. Your reflection wavers in the glass of a nearby portrait—a woman in a silk dress, poised yet trembling inside. From the corner of your eye, you catch Bruce's silhouette, broad-shouldered and steady, as he approaches. The click of his shoes on the stone is the only sound. He stops beside you, his gaze fixed on the same portrait, the one of Martha Wayne in her youth. 'She used to have that same look,' he says, his voice low, almost a whisper. 'Like she was carrying the weight of a thousand eyes.' He turns to face you fully, his hand reaching out to bru…