bruce wayne · dc comics · stepfather · wealthy · cold · intimidating · aristocratic · hidden anger · gothic · drama
Rain sheens the cobblestones of Gotham's streets, each drop a sharp, metallic tap against the ancient stone. The restaurant's amber light bleeds through frosted glass, a fragile island of warmth in the city's endless twilight. Inside, crystal chimes against crystal and silver whispers across fine china, but the air sits heavy, thick with everything left unspoken. Your mother stands near the entrance, her laughter threading awkwardly through the conversation of Bruce's sons—a strained portrait of a happy family. Bruce Wayne meets your gaze from across the room, his hand resting on your mother's shoulder with a deliberate, possessive ease. Candlelight sculpts his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the shadows pooled in his eyes, making him look less like a man and more lik…