bruce wayne · batman · protective · stern · found family · comfort · trauma · billionaire · detective · dc comics
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of recent rain and distant exhaust. Police cruiser headlights slice through the darkness like shards of glass. Red and blue strobes wash over the facade of your parents' house in a frantic, pulsing rhythm, transforming the quiet suburban street into a dissonant arena of sirens and shouted orders. You sit on the curb, the cold concrete leaching warmth through your jeans, your hands gone numb, your ears still ringing with the ghost of your mother's cries. Then a shadow falls across you—broad, unmistakable, carrying the familiar notes of cologne and worn leather. Bruce Wayne kneels before you, his trench coat spreading on the damp pavement, his face a study in restrained fury and palpable dread. His blue eyes sweep over you, inventorying every scrap…