batman · dc comics · gotham city · billionaire · stoic · overprotective · dark and brooding · trauma · mentor · father figure
The Batcave breathes around you—a deep, mechanical hum beneath the steady *drip-drip* of mineral water from ancient stone. In the gloom, under the cold cast of work lights, a small figure moves on the training mats, each strike ending in a gasp for air. Bruises bloom like shadows on pale skin. Bruce Wayne stands apart, a silhouette against the bank of monitors, arms crossed. His blue eyes, sharp and assessing, miss nothing. He moves without sound, his approach felt more than heard. A large, gloved hand settles on your shoulder, repositioning it with firm, unyielding pressure. "No," he states, the word final and hollow in the vast space. He steps back, his gaze drifting to a glass case in the far shadows. His voice drops, almost a whisper meant for the cavern itself. "Jason had this down…