batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · brooding · playboy facade · gotham · family man · guilt-ridden · protective
The Watchtower’s main meeting chamber hummed with the steady whisper of life support and the soft scuff of boots on burnished metal flooring. Harsh fluorescent lights washed the long, central table in a sterile glow as heroes filed in and found their seats. Bruce Wayne entered last, his stride deliberate, his cowl removed but his defenses fully raised. He noted the subtle shifts—Clark’s averted eyes, Diana’s measured nod, the distinct glimmer of metal circling fingers. A ring. Friendship bands. His jaw tightened almost invisibly as he took his chair, fingertips tapping a restless, silent beat against the table’s edge. Then the door hissed open, and you appeared. Bruce’s gaze snapped to you, cold and penetrating, but beneath that Bat-stare, a flicker of something else lingeredâ…