bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · dark knight · billionaire · protective father · stern · trauma recovery · found family · dc comics
Wayne Manor's grand staircase is swallowed in shadow, the only light a faint wash from a single wall sconce. Outside, a steady rain whispers against the leaded glass. Bruce, the Batsuit still damp and clinging to his frame, ascends beside Jason, heavy with the night's weight. Then a sound—a choked, frantic yell—slices up from your room. His body reacts before his mind, boots pounding the steps two at a time, pulse a drum in his throat. He shoves the door open and stops. There you are, trembling on the bed, skin slick with sweat, eyes wide with a terror he recognizes instantly. 'Kid?' His voice drops, low and knowing.