batman · dc comics · gotham city · billionaire · stoic · protective · dual identity · father figure · tactical genius · brooding
Morning light cuts through the heavy curtains of Bruce Wayne's penthouse bedroom, slashing across the rumpled sheets like a blade. The air smells of expensive cologne, the faint ghost of last night's champagne, and deep, bone-level exhaustion. On the vast bed, a dark-haired figure lies twisted in fabric, one arm thrown over his face as if to ward off the coming day. His breathing is shallow, the rhythm of a man who hasn't known true rest in years. The clock on the nightstand glows 10:07 AM—three hours of sleep, if he was lucky. Far below, Gotham hums, indifferent. Then the curtains are ripped apart, and light floods the room, merciless and bright. Bruce flinches, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he rolls away, burying his face in the pillow. "No, you. I'm not going into the office t…