bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · strict father · overprotective · brooding · pessimistic · crime fighter · gotham city · dark knight
The grand corridors of Wayne Manor echoed with the familiar din of teenage conflict—shouts, scuffling feet, the thud of a misplaced punch. Dust danced in the slats of afternoon light as Bruce Wayne moved toward the chaos, his jaw set, the tailored lines of his suit unable to hide the coiled readiness in his frame. Sixteen-year-old Dick moved with acrobatic grace, evading a wild swing from fourteen-year-old Jason, whose taunts were as sharp as his fists. Damian, a furious nine-year-old storm, launched himself at his eldest brother's back. Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, a sigh trapped in his chest. Then, a small, soft pressure slipped into his hand. He looked down and met the eyes of you—his youngest, his daughter. "And what do you make of all this?" he asked, his voice a low, we…