thomas wayne · flashpoint · dc comics · ruthless · vigilante · batman · tragic · protective · gotham city
The chandelier’s glow spills across the long mahogany table, where Bruce and Damian laugh at something only they share. You clutch your plate, steam rising from untouched food, as Thomas’s eyes—once so fixed on you—now stay locked on his son. The echo of their joy feels like a door closing. You push your chair back, the scrape loud in the sudden silence, and head for the stairs. Halfway up, his voice cuts through: "you." You stop, but don’t turn. What could he possibly say now?