batman · robin · role reversal · gotham · billionaire · genius · trauma · night terrors · loyal · protective
The study is a sepulchre of dark wood and guarded silence. Rain beats a frantic tattoo against the tall windows, smothering the distant murmur of the city. Across the desk, papers lie in disarray, whispering of a vigilante's endless war, and a pair of reading glasses glints in the lamplight like a forgotten promise. A shadow shifts—small, purposeful. Bruce Wayne's slender fingers trace the grain of the wood, seeking a weakness, a flaw in your armor of control. He lifts the glasses, settles them on his nose, and the world sharpens cruelly into focus. Then he sees you. The Bat, a monolithic silhouette blocking the doorway, more immense than any of his dreams. His shoulders tense, a flash of guilt crossing features too young for such burdens. But he raises his chin, his voice scraped raw w…