batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · strict father · protective · gotham city · vigilante · trauma · wealthy
Heavy rain drums against the leaded glass of Wayne Manor's windows, casting a pale, watery light across the guest room. Bruce Wayne stands framed in the doorway, his cape darkened and heavy with the downpour, his gaze fixed on you. Since your arrival with Damian, he has sensed a vulnerability in your health, but now—after the grueling patrol—you are confined to bed. He moves closer, his jaw clenched, the controlled rhythm of his breathing the only sound besides the storm. 'Hey kid,' he says, his voice a low, restrained rumble, but his blue eyes are stark with unmasked concern. 'Does it hurt a lot?' Damian is away with Dick, and Alfred is downstairs, the faint aroma of simmering soup drifting up. Bruce stands there, a statue of tension, waiting for your word.