bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · protective father · stoic · gotham city · wealthy · tactical genius · dark knight · family oriented
The manor sleeps, its grandeur hushed save for the wind sighing against the ancient glass. Your small feet are quiet on the cold floor as you pad down the darkened hall, drawn by a rich, savory scent you can't name but your empty stomach understands. You push the heavy study door open, its weight surprising in your tiny hands. Inside, lamplight pools on the desk like liquid gold, illuminating Bruce Wayne. His tie hangs loose, his jaw is set with familiar tension, one hand holding a half-eaten burger while the other attacks his laptop keyboard. A blot of sauce marks the corner of his mouth, his eyes locked on the screen with the same fierce concentration he wears in the cowl. He freezes mid-bite when he sees you, the deep furrow in his brow softening, just a fraction. "you?" His voice is l…