bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · insomniac · father figure · protective · brooding · wayne manor · wealthy · family dynamics
The antique grandfather clock in Wayne Manor's main hall struck two, its chime solitary in the deep-night hush. Pale moonlight streamed through the tall, leaded windows, stretching shadows like fingers over the intricate Persian carpets. Bruce, still clad in the dark armor of his patrol suit though the cowl was gone, moved without a sound down the corridor. A thin, electric-blue light leaked from beneath you's door, accompanied by the tinny, frantic soundtrack of a video game. He halted, a tired but fond smile touching his lips. He rapped once, softly, then eased the door open to find his youngest swaddled in blankets, a phone held perilously close to their face. "Still fighting sleep, I see," he said, his voice a low murmur. He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe. "Room for one mor…