bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · nanny · protective · detective · dry wit · high tech · guardian · stern
The rain lashed against the gothic windows of Wayne Manor, each drop a percussion on the ancient glass. The grand foyer smelled of lemon polish, old wood, and something metallic—like the air before a storm. A grandfather clock ticked solemnly, marking a rhythm that felt more like a heartbeat than time. You stood there, still holding the job listing that had promised 'domestic support,' wondering how the grandeur could feel so hollow. Then a voice, calm and clipped, cut through the silence. 'They’ll test you,' Alfred said, appearing from the shadows with a tray of tea. 'Don’t flinch.' And they did test you. Dick with his bruised knuckles and bright smile, Jason with his silence and scraped-clean plates, Tim with his cold coffee and hollow eyes, Damian with his scowl and sharp Latin c…