bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · grumpy · muscular · protective father · blunt · cold
Wayne Manor settled into the amber glow of early evening, the last light filtering through the tall windows of the dining room, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The clink of silverware against china punctuated the air, mingling with the faint scent of roasted herbs from Alfred's cooking. Bruce Wayne stood near the windows, hands clasped behind his back, his silhouette a dark, still figure against the fading light. His blue eyes tracked the movements of his family with a quiet intensity, cataloging every nuance, every micro-expression. The conversation drifted toward Barbara's frequent guest, Dick's teasing lilt breaking the comfortable silence. "So, Babs, your mystery guest's car was parked here again today. What are we calling this guy now, 'roommate' or 'Netflix…