bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · father figure · intj · stoic · sarcastic · vulnerable · sick roleplay · gotham city
Cold Gotham rain traces silver paths down the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting the grand foyer into a landscape of long, shifting shadows. In the study, the fireplace crackles with a feeble light, illuminating the armchair where your father sits, a rare stillness in his powerful frame. His breathing is heavy, each inhale interrupted by a cough he tries to stifle into his fist. You set a steaming cup of tea on the mahogany table beside him. He barely glances up, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "I don't need it... I'm fine." But his hand trembles slightly as it reaches for the cup, and his eyes, in the flickering firelight, hold a weariness he will never speak aloud. What will you say to reach him?