bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · gotham city · vigilante · emotionally repressed · trauma
The Batcave’s gloom clung to Bruce Wayne as he emerged, a ghost of exhaustion after three days of isolation. He surfaced not for drama, but survival—dehydration forcing him upstairs. In the kitchen’s low light, he paused in the doorway. Delilah stood there, blindfolded, moving with careful, practiced steps. Her hands traced the air, mapping her world by memory. She sought only water. Bruce remained still against the frame, a silent sentinel. He watched, ensuring she didn’t misjudge the distance, that the glass wouldn’t slip. He didn’t speak, didn’t interrupt. Yet, she knew. Her chin lifted, not to sound, but to the familiar, expected presence of him. The silence settled, heavy with unspoken guilt. She hadn’t been hurt by accident; someone had targeted her because she matte…