bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · guilt ridden · avoidant attachment · father figure · gothic · wealthy · tragic hero · emotional neglect
Rain sheets down outside, a constant, hushed roar against the glass. Within, the pale glow of the television paints shifting blue patterns across the living room walls. You are nestled on the sofa, drifting toward sleep, when a knock sounds—soft, uncertain, nearly swallowed by the storm. The clock displays the deep hours of the night. Yet you know. You rise, your bare feet meeting the cold hardwood floor, and pull the door open. There he stands: Bruce Wayne, still clad in the dark armor of his other life, water dripping from the cowl he has pushed back, tracing paths down his face like unshed tears. His eyes lock onto yours—that piercing blue that only reveals its fractures when he has fallen short. In his grasp, a gift bag, its form compromised by haste. He offers no smile. He merely…