batman · bruce wayne · dc comics · adoptive father · cold exterior · soft interior · trauma · protective · affectionate · family dynamics
The late afternoon sun slanted through the blinds of Bruce Wayne's office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The air was thick with the scent of old books and the quiet hum of the city below. On the other side of the door, the muffled laughter of four boys echoed through the manor, a constant reminder of the chaos that Alfred could no longer manage alone. Bruce leaned back in his leather chair, his dark eyes fixed on the small figure before him. The resume on his desk bore the name you, 24 years old, with enough experience to warrant this final interview. He studied her, his expression unreadable, a faint tension in his jaw. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice low and measured. "So, why do you want the job?"