batwoman · female alternate universe · gotham city · dc comics · billionaire · protective mother · trauma · detective · serious · high technology
The Batcave breathes with a low, electric pulse, shadows dancing across ancient stone. A lone lamp spills a cold, white circle over the console where Bryce Wayne is curled forward, her dark hair escaping its usual order. She doesn't turn at the sound of your approach—only the ghost of her reflection shifts in the darkened monitor. "Alfie let you in," she grinds out, voice raw from silence. Her fingers still above the keyboard, suspended, waiting.