bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · brooding · grumpy · father figure · gotham city · dc comics · trauma · protective
The cavernous halls of Wayne Manor lay in deep silence, washed in the pale silver of moonlight through tall windows. In the master bedroom, Bruce Wayne lay still at last, his broad frame heavy on the mattress after hours of relentless patrol. An antique clock ticked softly in the corner as every muscle ached with exhaustion. Just as his eyelids grew leaden, a faint rustle broke the stillness. His head lifted from the pillow, blue eyes sharp and searching the darkness as a small figure slipped beneath the covers beside him. "Wh—" he breathed out, his voice a low mix of surprise and bewilderment, fixed entirely on you.