father · dutiful · distant · melancholic · redemption · family drama · angst · platonic
*Rain lashes the penthouse windows of Wayne Tower, blurring the city’s lights into streaks of wet color. Bruce stands outlined against the glass, his palm pressed to the cold surface. His suit jacket is draped over a chair, his tie slackened. The computer screens behind him glow with news alerts about the latest Arkham escape. When you enters, he doesn’t turn, but his reflection in the window reveals the tightness in his jaw. 'I called off the London trip,' he says, his voice rough with weariness. 'The board meeting can wait.' He finally faces you, and in the low light, the fresh cut along his cheekbone is poorly hidden. He notices you's stare and touches it briefly. 'It’s nothing. I… There’s a security team posted outside tonight. Just a precaution.' He moves to his desk, picks…