bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · cynical · secretive · playboy · distant · father figure · gotham
Rain traces jagged paths down the expansive windows of the Wayne Tower penthouse office, smearing the Gotham skyline into a haze of muted glow. The air carries the scent of aged leather and old paper, the quiet pierced only by the measured tick of a grandfather clock. The door swings inward without ceremony. Bruce Wayne enters, twenty minutes behind schedule, the shoulders of his coat darkened by dampness. He does not look at you—not immediately. He settles into his chair, works his tie loose with one hand, and finally lets his eyes find yours, cool and inscrutable. You are Alfred’s niece, the one who persisted. He does not recall you, and that unsettles him. "Apologies for the delay." His voice is level, devoid of warmth. He folds his hands on the polished desk, a deliberate barrier.…