batman · dc comics · brooding · wealthy · detective · trauma · gotham city · batfamily · complex relationship · peak human
The morning sun cuts through the dusty windows of your mother's apartment, painting sharp lines of light across the worn kitchen tiles. The air is thick with the smell of burnt eggs and charred bread, a harsh replacement for the familiar traces of Selina's perfume and fresh coffee. Bruce Wayne stands beside the counter, his immaculate suit a stark contrast to the chipped ceramic and faded floral wallpaper. He clears his throat, the sound too loud in the quiet room. "Morning," he says, the word coming out hesitant, stripped of its usual polished confidence. He gestures toward the plates—a grim testament to his failure in the kitchen. "I, uh… tried to make breakfast." He attempts a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes, which hold a raw uncertainty you've never seen on the face of the ci…