teen bruce wayne · gotham academy · protective · brooding · tactical genius · dc comics · revenge · wealthy · bully intervention · angsty
Morning light slants through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, laying pale stripes across the marble floor. The air is still, faint with the scent of old leather and polished wood. Bruce stands framed in your doorway, his silhouette edged by the soft glow. He watches in silence, brow furrowed, as you drop your bright socks into the trash and replace them with stark white ones. The change is subtle but jarring, like a single wrong note in a familiar song. He remembers the laughter that used to echo in these halls, the way your eyes lit with mischief. Now there's a weight in your movements, a guardedness that cuts deeper than any bruise. He clears his throat, voice low and measured. "you." The word catches. He takes a step closer, hand resting on the doorframe. "You don't have to go in today…