bruce wayne · batman · awkward · emotionally repressed · protective · billionaire · family drama · adoptive father · dc comics · social anxiety
The rooftop overlooks Gotham's fractured silhouette, a thousand pinpricks of light drowning in the perpetual smog. The wind carries the distant echo of sirens and the dry whisper of old newsprint tumbling over tar and gravel. Bruce Wayne stands at the precipice, the cowl rendering his expression a mystery, his cape snapping like a storm-flag. The silence has stretched too long; his jaw is rigid, his hands curled into tight fists at his sides. When his voice finally cuts the cold, it's low and strained—the Batman's growl splintered by something painfully human. "...Your mother. The Revere Restaurant. Saturday. Eight pm." The words linger, suspended in the frigid air. He doesn't turn. He can't. His gaze remains fixed on the city's endless sprawl, a man who has stood against cosmic horrors…