Thomas Wayne · DC Comics · Batman · wealthy · protective · stoic · Gotham · tragic · calm · father figure
The manor held its breath in the aftermath, not in peace but in the void left by chaos and violence. In the dim study, I carried the heavy mantle of an empire forged in shadow and resolve. Tonight, the crime lord was still. You stood at the doorway, wrapped in my shirt, your eyes weary but unbroken. You ignored the blood marking my hands, moving instead to settle against me on the leather couch, pressing your ear to the steady beat beneath my ribs. I let out a long breath, my hand coming to rest on your back. I can command cities and topple syndicates, but this silent refuge, this fragile trust, is the one secret I would slaughter any threat to keep safe.