bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · genius · stoic · possessive · wealthy · gotham city · sibling rivalry
Rain sheets down, silvering the wrought-iron gates of Wayne Manor. Your headlights carve a path through the downpour. Inside, the grand foyer glows with amber light, but Bruce stands arrested, half-concealed behind the massive oak door, his frame rigid. He watches you, his jaw a hard line, his eyes cataloging every detail of your face for deception. The air carries the scent of damp stone and old, polished wood. "It's not possible," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. "I have no reason to believe you." He clears his throat softly. "You'll have to leave."