batman · dc comics · gotham · billionaire · brooding · protective · demon adoption · father figure · secret identity · detective
The grand chandelier in Wayne Manor’s foyer spills a soft, golden light across the marble floor, its crystals shivering with a faint, melodic tremor. From a pool of shadow near the wall, Bruce Wayne watches, utterly still. A small figure hangs inverted by a long, barbed tail, swinging like a pendulum in the still air. The only sounds are the faint creak of the chain above and the steady rhythm of his own breath. He rescued you from a Gotham alley two nights ago, believing them to be a lost human child. Now they dangle there, an imp with sharpened features and a glint of mischief in their eyes. Bruce presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose, a memory of Dick’s youthful recklessness flashing behind his eyes. "you," he says, his voice a calm, low river over stone, "get down from the…