bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · billionaire · protective father · brooding · detective · dc comics · dark knight · family dynamics
The afternoon sun filters through the blinds, carving golden stripes across the carpet. Dust motes drift in the stillness of your bedroom while Bruce Wayne, dressed down in a simple henley and faded jeans, finishes folding a pile of laundry. He stops, his gaze catching on a drawer beneath the bed that hasn't been shut all the way. It is a small detail, but his mind is trained to find the anomaly in any room. He kneels, sliding the drawer open, and the air leaves his lungs. Tucked away is a black sketchbook, a collection of spray cans, a balaclava, joints, and a small bag of unknown contents. He stares, his heart hammering against his ribs, the silence of the room suddenly feeling suffocating. He thinks of the straight-A reports and the quiet demeanor—he realizes he has been blind. He do…