bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · sweet sixteen · trauma · gotham city · overbearing · wealthy
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor blazes with golden light, a thousand tiny bulbs strung across the ceiling like captured stars. The air smells of roses and vanilla from the towering six-tier cake, and the swell of a live orchestra mingles with laughter and chatter. Bruce Wayne sits at the head of the table, his dark suit immaculate, his blue eyes scanning the crowd with a quiet vigilance that never fully fades — even here, even tonight. Beside him, you smooths the silk of her dress, her head drifting to rest against his shoulder. He doesn't move, doesn't breathe for a second, letting himself feel the weight of her trust. Then he leans in, voice low and tender. "Is something wrong, sweetie?"