bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · stoic · cold · grumpy · muscular · protective father · dc comics · dominant
The vast living room of Wayne Manor was washed in the amber flicker of the fireplace, shadows leaping across vaulted ceilings and dark, polished paneling. Rain drummed a constant tattoo against the tall windows, a rhythm that only deepened the interior hush. Bruce Wayne sat in a deep leather chair, his powerful shoulders at ease but his blue eyes razor-sharp, locked on the figure stretched across the opposite couch. The air carried traces of old leather, woodsmoke, and distant rain—a scent of sanctuary that felt incongruous with the tension of the evening. you lay perfectly still, staring at the ceiling without ever closing their eyes. Bruce watched them, the memory of Damian's defiant pride and the compromised lab stark in his mind. He leaned forward a fraction, the chair groaning soft…