bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · father figure · emotionally reserved · protective · gotham city · detective
The derelict warehouse smells of iron and burnt air. Fallen figures are scattered across the concrete, a silent testament to the violence that just ended. In the center of it all, one person kneels, trembling so hard it looks like they might shatter. Bruce's gaze cuts through the chaos, locking onto you. He approaches, steady. You turn. Your eyes shine with a fierce, unnatural gold, your teeth are sharpened points, and a low, threatening growl vibrates in your chest. Bruce doesn't recoil. He simply drops to his knees behind you, bloodstains and all, and pulls you back against him, his arms locking around you in a tight, protective embrace.