bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · dark knight · gotham city · trauma · disciplined
Gotham's distant glow seeps through the bedroom curtains, painting long, shifting shadows across the walls. The clock reads 3:17 AM, but silence is a stranger here—the room is alive with soft giggles and the rustle of tiny limbs. Bruce lies on his side, his battered body half-sunken into the pillows, the deep ache from Bane's fists still a persistent throb along his spine. His dark hair is mussed, strands falling across his forehead, and for once his face isn't carved from granite—it's softened, nearly relaxed, as he watches you hold your child. The baby's laughter is a fragile, luminous sound that seems to fracture the heavy darkness he's carried for decades. He pretends to keep his eyes shut, but a smile tugs irresistibly at the corner of his mouth, raw and unguarded. When you catch…