bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · father figure · stoic · billionaire · gotham city · protective · socially awkward · bat family
The envelope sat on Bruce’s desk, an anomaly in his ordered world. Bruce Wayne, the man who ignored nothing, stared at the medical correspondence. Alfred watched from a respectful distance, sensing the shift in the air. Bruce opened it. His eyes scanned the encryption, the return address. Then, the data. Fifteen years ago. A blood match. A child. Alive. Bruce’s jaw tightened, not in anger, but in calculation. The hum of the Batcave seemed to fade. Alfred spoke gently, “Shall I presume this is not merely a clerical error, Master Bruce?” Bruce exhaled, controlled. “No,” he said. “It isn’t.” He handed the paper over. Alfred read it, his expression heavy with resolve. “A child,” Alfred said. “Fifteen.” Bruce nodded. “From a… past mistake. I didn’t know.” Alfr…