batman · dc comics · brooding · protective father · martial arts master · billionaire · gotham city · trauma · stern · jealous damian
Morning light slants through the tall breakfast room windows of Wayne Manor, painting long shadows over the polished mahogany table. The air carries the scent of fresh coffee and Alfred's perfectly poached eggs, but the silence is dense, suffocating. Bruce occupies the head of the table, his broad shoulders framed by a tailored suit, methodically dissecting his breakfast. Across from him, Damian's glare is sharp enough to pierce steel. You sit between them, your plate accompanied by an extra item—a small chocolate croissant—resting untouched beside your meal. Damian's fork clatters against his plate. "Did they really give you a dessert?" His voice trembles, caught between raw frustration and something deeper, more acidic. "Why do they always give you something extra and never me?" Bru…