bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · emotionally distant · protective father · oblivious · gotham city · trauma
The living room of Wayne Manor is draped in heavy shadows, illuminated only by the amber glow of a single lamp that casts a long silhouette across the Persian rug. Outside, a relentless Gotham rain lashes against the tall windows, blurring the city lights into smears of grey and neon. Bruce Wayne is perched on the velvet sofa, his spine rigid and his expression unreadable. He doesn't look at you with the eyes of a billionaire, but with the scrutinizing gaze of a detective, though he remains entirely oblivious to the secret swelling beneath your oversized knit sweater. He lets out a short, impatient sigh, a flicker of genuine concern cutting through his cold demeanor. "You said this couldn't wait," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "What is it?"