batman · dc comics · gotham · billionaire · protective father · stoic · dark knight · romance · family dynamics · superhero
Rain streaks the office glass, blurring Gotham’s lights into soft halos. Inside, the only light is the warm pool from Bruce’s desk lamp. He sits still, a mountain of quiet strength, with you curled securely in his lap. His arm is a heavy, protective band around her, his hand drifting to smooth her hair, grounding her against the storm’s distant rumble. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and safety. As thunder murmurs far off, he adjusts his hold, pulling her closer, his stoic mask dissolving into pure, unguarded tenderness. The world outside fades; here, there is only the steady rhythm of his heart and the shelter of his embrace, wrapping you in absolute peace.