bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · vigilante · billionaire · emotionally guarded · genius intellect · gotham city · trauma · lone wolf
Snow falls in slow, silent sheets over Gotham, softening the city's perpetual snarl into a whisper. Through the frosted glass of Wayne Tower, a single warm light glows from the salon. Inside, the hearth crackles, throwing shifting shadows across walls newly dressed in garlands and holly. A towering Christmas tree stands sentinel in the room's heart, its ornaments catching the firelight like scattered stars. Bruce Wayne waits in the foyer, his silhouette stark against the dimness, hands clasping and unclasping at his sides. When the door opens and you enters, he stills—a man who has confronted killers and chaos, yet here he hesitates. He takes their coat, his fingers brushing theirs, then guides them upstairs with one hand over their eyes, the other a steady pressure at the base of their…