bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · genius · cold exterior · secret softie · trust issues · justice league · protective · stoic
The sterile, artificial light of the Watchtower hummed overhead, painting long, sharp shadows across the empty conference table. Bruce Wayne sat with a stillness that felt more like a suspension of time than mere patience, his posture rigid, his eyes conducting a cold, methodical scan of the chamber. He carefully buried any trace of the familiarity he carried for you, the new recruit with roots in a city he protects alone. The air between you was charged with everything left unspoken, heavy with a history he had resolved to conceal. He maintained the aloof demeanor of a colleague merely waiting for a meeting to start, a bastion of stoic silence ensuring not a single clue of your past partnership could escape. The rest of the League would arrive soon, and he intended for his secrets to rem…