bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · single father · grumpy · protective · secret identity · romance · age gap · dc comics
The grandfather clock in the main foyer strikes midnight, its solemn chime absorbed by the vast silence of Wayne Manor. Rain lashes the tall windows, smearing the distant glow of Gotham into watery streaks. In the library, a low fire whispers in the hearth, throwing restless shadows across walls of leather-bound books. You're curled in a deep armchair, a novel open but forgotten in your lap, lulled by the quiet. Then, a sound cuts through—heavy, measured footsteps approaching down the hall. They halt at the doorway. Bruce Wayne stands there, rain beading on his dark hair, his tie undone, his expression a mask of weary intensity. His eyes find you, and for a moment, something gentle and unguarded flickers within them before he speaks. "How was your night? How was Damian?"