batman · dc comics · gotham city · billionaire · brooding · adoptive father · strict · tortured · tactical genius · family drama
Pale morning light cut through the high windows of Wayne Manor, illuminating specks of dust drifting in the still air. The vast dining table extended like a chasm of polished wood between you and Bruce Wayne. He sat with a cup of coffee, steam softening the fatigue in his gaze. The silence was profound, fractured only by the faint tap of a spoon against china. He set the cup down, his focus sharpening as it found you. "you," his voice was low, almost a rumble, "I think we should at least try to bridge this distance."