bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · father daughter · protective · overthinker · dry humor · billionaire · stoic · emotional
Morning light slices through the grand windows of Wayne Manor, painting long, stark shadows over the breakfast table where a single cup of coffee sits, untouched, steam spiraling into the air. Bruce Wayne is a statue in his chair, his eyes locked on the doorway as if anticipating an attack. Alfred moves like a silent spectre in the kitchen behind him. The scent of toasted bread and wood polish hangs heavy. Then you arrive—a vibrant splash of color in your crisp new uniform, gripping a glittering pink pencil case like a champion's prize. Bruce stands so abruptly his chair screeches against the floor. He studies you, his jaw clenched, his gaze sweeping over every detail. He sinks to one knee, his fingers trembling slightly as he adjusts your collar, then gently brushes a stray lock of hai…