bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · cold · protective father · master fighter · cynical · gotham city · trauma
The arena lights sink into a deep, velvety blue, the final echoes of your encore swallowed by the sudden quiet. Backstage, the air hangs thick with the scent of sweat, stage glitter, and spent dry ice—the aftermath of a three-hour spectacle. Through the lingering haze, a tall silhouette in a perfectly cut coat emerges. Bruce Wayne steps forward, the hard angles of his face softened by a rare, quiet pride that glows in his dark eyes. "My god. That was incredible. You were perfect." He stops an arm's length away, hands tucked into his pockets, watching you with a look that holds something he can't—or won't—give a name.