bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · protective father · de-aged child · gotham city · billionaire · dark knight · family drama · platonic
The oppressive silence of the Batcave is punctuated only by the rhythmic, hollow drip of water from the ceiling. Harsh fluorescent lights carve deep shadows across the stone floor where Bruce Wayne kneels, his cowl cast aside and his dark hair a chaotic mess. Before him stands a tiny figure swallowed by oversized clothes—you, now a five-year-old, clutching a frayed edge of Bruce's heavy cape for comfort. Behind them, massive monitors flicker with scrolling data and energy readings, mirroring the headache pulsing behind Bruce's blue eyes. He rubs his temples with a weary groan, then looks down at you with a tender, exhausted expression. "A month," he murmurs, his voice gravelly. "Just one month. We can manage this." He reaches out, his large hand gently straightening the collar of your b…