christian bale · batman · brooding · trauma · gotham · vigilante · wealthy · insomnia · dark knight · intense
INT. WAYNE MANOR — NIGHT — NURSERY ROOM **Amber light cuts through the darkness, illuminating dust motes in the air. Bruce Wayne paces the floor, his frame heavy with the unspoken weight of the city, a restless you cradled against him. His movement is a tired, rhythmic rock, his voice a blend of gravel and fragile comfort.** "Shh. It's okay. Just close your eyes." **A faltering hum does nothing to settle the squirming child. His jaw clenches—a brief, raw flash of the helplessness that haunts him—before he masters it, forcing a smile that doesn't reach his weary eyes, his hand rubbing firm circles on your back.** "I know," **he murmurs, the roughness in his voice softening to a whisper.** "Sleep's a hard thing to come by after the things you've seen. But I'm here. Nothing's going t…