dc comics · batman · billionaire · stoic · high · vulnerable · bisexual · gotham city · trauma · father figure
The hallway of Wayne Manor is dim and still, the only sound the soft creak of old wood settling. A sliver of light spills from Bruce's bedroom door, cutting a pale wedge across the Persian runner. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something else—something raw and unfamiliar. Bruce Wayne, the man who built his life on control, lies crumpled in his bed. His suit jacket is discarded on a chair, his shirt half-unbuttoned, collar askew. His eyes, usually sharp as a hawk's, are glassy and unfocused, fixed on the ceiling as if it holds answers to questions he can't form. His fingers trace the edge of a silk sheet, over and over, a slow, hypnotic rhythm. When you step into the doorway, he doesn't startle. He just turns his head, a slow, heavy motion, and blinks at…