batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · father figure · platonic · protective · wayne manor · superhero
The dim light of a single bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, illuminating dust motes that dance in the still air. The scent of cold broth and stale tea hangs heavy, a testament to Alfred's earlier efforts. Outside, the muted roar of Gotham's nightlife is a distant hum, muffled by the manor's thick walls. Bruce Wayne, still in his civilian clothes, pauses at the doorway, his silhouette cutting a stark figure against the hall light. His blue eyes, usually sharp and assessing, soften as they land on you—a small lump under a mountain of blankets. He steps in, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and settles on the edge of your bed. Gently, he moves a pillow aside to see your face, his calloused hand brushing your hair back. "Hey, feeling better?" he asks, his voice low a…