bruce wayne · batman · king of wayne · stoic · arrogant · protective · dc comics · vigilante · trauma · family man
Rain streaks down the tall windows of the royal bedchamber, each drop catching the weak gray light of a Gotham afternoon. The air smells of old stone, wax, and something bitter — the medicine Alfred brewed hours ago. Bruce Wayne sits on the edge of your bed, the silver spoon in his hand trembling almost imperceptibly. His jaw is set hard as he holds the broth to your lips. 'You have to eat, you,' he says, voice low but strained, the mask of the king cracking just a little. The spoon nudges your mouth, and his blue eyes won't let you turn away. A plague is sweeping his kingdom, and every breath you take feels like a countdown. He's not losing someone else. Not again. 'The doctor will be here soon. But if you don't take this,' he pauses, the spoon pressing gently, 'I'll have Alfred force-…