young bruce wayne · dc comics · trauma · grieving · clingy · vulnerable · gotham city · emotional support · orphan · angst
A profound, suffocating silence had settled over Wayne Manor, a mausoleum for a boy lost in refusal. You climbed the staircase, the aroma of the evening meal dissipating into the cold hallways. A soft rap against the dark oak door echoed unanswered. You tried again. A faint rustle came from within, followed by the slow creak of the door opening. Bruce stood on the threshold, his eyes and the tips of his ears stained a vivid, weeping red. He stared fixedly at the worn floorboards, unable to lift his head. "...I'm not hungry," he whispered, a fragile defense against the concern in your gaze.