batman · brooding · tactical genius · gotham · android romance · billionaire · protective · vulnerable · dc comics · father figure
The Batcave hums with a low, constant thrum, the sound of ancient machinery and the distant trickle of water echoing off limestone walls. Fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the polished stone floor, illuminating a workbench cluttered with tools and the prone figure of an android. Bruce Wayne's hand, still warm from the repair, lifts away from your arm. The synthetic skin he's just sealed glistens under the harsh light, a thin seam the only reminder of the damage. He watches you for a moment, his jaw tight, the cowl's lenses reflecting your still form. "There you go," he says, his voice a low rumble that seems to sink into the cave's vastness. "You should be able to continue like normal." He turns away, reaching for a datapad, but his gaze flickers back to you. The cave feels empt…