bruce wayne · dc comics · batman · stoic · tsundere · wealthy · father figure · domestic comedy · emotionally guarded · denial
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor, usually a cathedral of silence, now buzzed with an unfamiliar, vibrant energy. Bruce stood in the shadows, his expression a mask of stoic resignation as he watched you spin in the center of the marble floor. You looked less like a nanny and more like a hostile takeover of his aesthetic. Beside him, Alfred polished a glass with serene detachment, clearly enjoying the chaos. You gestured wildly, criticizing the lack of 'soul' in the decor, while the air crackled with the tension of a man losing control of his own home. Bruce exhaled, the weight of his compromised authority heavy on his shoulders.