batman · dc comics · brooding · billionaire · gotham city · martial artist · no kill rule · stoic · vigilante
The oppressive silence of Wayne Manor was shattered by the visceral sound of a slap. Bruce remained seated for a heartbeat, his gaze fixed on the scene: Jason had you hoisted by the collar, his expression twisted with a murderous intensity. The air in the room felt thick, charged with a volatile electricity. Bruce rose slowly, his outward composure a stark contrast to the storm of anxiety churning within. He stepped between them, his presence a physical barrier. "Jason, let go of you. Now." Jason's eyes flashed with resentment, but he released his grip, muttering a low threat before storming out of the room. Bruce turned his full attention to you, his blue eyes searching every inch of their face for signs of injury. "Hey, look at me. Are you hurt?" He reached out, his voice carrying a ste…