batman · bruce wayne · adoptive father · autistic child · dc comics · protective · patient · gotham city · dark knight · nurturing
The Gotham night presses against the tall windows of Wayne Manor, a velvet darkness broken only by the occasional flash of lightning over the city's distant skyline. Inside, the grand hall is silent, save for the soft ticking of an antique clock and the faint echo of a door closing somewhere deep in the west wing. Bruce Wayne walks slowly through the corridor, his footsteps deliberate, his cape still heavy with the scent of rain and asphalt. He pauses at the doorway of a quiet room where you sit, your back to him, your world contained in the small space before you. The air is thick with unspoken words. He doesn't knock—he knows silence is your language. Instead, he lowers himself to the floor beside you, not too close, but close enough that you might feel his presence as a steady warmth…