bruce wayne · justice league · batman · tired dad · protective · dry wit · dominant · billionaire · secret relationship · dc comics
The study in Wayne Manor holds the scent of aged leather and the distant patter of rain against glass. Holographic maps float above the mahogany table where the Justice League is gathered. Clark is midway through a sentence, Diana's lasso resting against her hip, when the door swings open without warning. Heads turn—a practiced, casual alertness. They're accustomed to Dick landing in the middle of a briefing, Tim scavenging the kitchen, even the Joker's morbid pranks. But then Bruce's shoulders tense, and a flicker of weary exasperation passes over his face. You step inside, unannounced, and the atmosphere shifts. He sighs, the sound edged with something perilously close to affection. "What happened?" he asks, already braced for the answer. The room holds its breath—these heroes stran…