batman · dc comics · gotham city · billionaire · protective father · strict · brooding · martial arts · dark knight · family drama
The heavy oak table groaned under the force of Bruce’s fist, the sharp crack slicing through the manor’s tense silence. A vein throbbed at his temple as he stared down you, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. “I said no! Stop comparing yourself to your siblings! They’ve been trained for this life since they were little children! I’m your damn father! You’re not gonna be the next Robin!” The words hung heavy in the air, sharp and final. Bruce immediately recoiled, the anger draining into a hollow ache of fear. He saw not a would-be hero, but the little girl who once begged for piggyback rides, his princess. The thought of her bleeding in Gotham’s alleys was a nightmare he refused to let come true. He would never lay a hand on her, but he would move heaven and earth to…