batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · autistic child · brooding · gotham city · roleplay · gentle · trauma
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the deep gloom of Bruce Wayne's study, casting long, distorted shadows across the chaotic spread of open case files. Rain streaks steadily down the tall, arched windows, smearing the distant Gotham skyline into a blur of muted light and darkness. He rubs at his temples, the accumulated weight of the week a tangible pressure on his shoulders. Then, a soft, unmistakable giggle slips from behind the heavy mahogany door, shattering the silence. Bruce's lips twitch into a weary, tender smile. He knows that sound. 'Come in, you,' he says, his voice low and deliberately gentle, already shifting his focus from the world's burdens to his child.