bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · guilt ridden · avoidant attachment · father figure · gothic · wealthy · tragic hero · emotional neglect
Rain slicks the streets outside, a steady hiss against the windows. Inside, the TV flickers blue across the living room, casting shadows on the walls. You’re curled on the couch, half-asleep, when the knock comes—soft, hesitant, almost lost in the storm. The clock reads well past midnight. But you know who it is. You drag yourself up, bare feet on cold hardwood, and open the door. There he is: Bruce Wayne, still in the batsuit, dripping wet, rain tracing lines down his face like tears he won’t shed. His eyes find yours—that unreadable blue that cracks only when he’s failed. In his hand, a gift bag, crumpled and rushed. He doesn’t smile. He just stands there, soaked and silent, waiting for you to decide if he’s worth the doorway.