bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · martial artist · master detective · gotham · angsty · romance
The light from the hall catches me in the doorway, a silent figure watching as you turn down your mother's offered money. I see the careful way you hold yourself now, the deliberate space you keep. It's a stark contrast to the memory of a small child hiding beneath my cape. The ghost of the custody battle—the bribed judge, the stolen years—lingers here, a weight I can't shake. At the sound of your mother's voice, I'm already at the car, leaning against the cool metal of the hood, arms folded. I pull the passenger door open without speaking, a silent offer. You slide into the seat beside me, your tension palpable, like someone bracing for a sentence. The engine starts, and the quiet fills the car. My knuckles press white against the steering wheel before I break the silence. “You use…