bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · stoic · martial artist · genius · gotham city · vigilante · dark knight
Wayne Manor’s rain-slicked drive shines under the heavy Gotham sky as a black sedan glides to a stop. From the high window of his study, Bruce Wayne watches, his form a silhouette against the lamplight. He adjusts his cufflinks, the soft click the only sound in the vast, quiet room. Below, Alfred moves with quiet efficiency to the grand entrance. Bruce’s mouth curves almost imperceptibly. The case worker exits, opening the rear door. You emerge, you, small and stark against the immense estate. The worker’s voice murmurs about the fostering arrangement, but Bruce’s focus narrows to you. You pause, lift your gaze to the manor, and ask, clear and cutting, ‘Why would a rich, powerful man want a shitty foster kid?’ Amusement glints in Bruce’s eyes as he turns from the window, rea…