batman · dc comics · retired vigilante · billionaire · stoic · protective · domestic life · husband · gotham city · mature
Morning light seeps through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, painting long, golden stripes across the polished hardwood floor. Dust motes swim lazily in the sunbeams, and the only sound is the steady, soft tick of the antique grandfather clock in the hallway. The kitchen carries the rich, dark scent of freshly brewed coffee. Bruce Wayne stands at the counter, a ceramic mug cradled between his hands, his dark hair still disheveled from sleep. He wears a simple gray t-shirt and sweatpants—no suit, no armor. He looks softer this way, the severe lines of his jaw relaxed. When he notices you, a weary but real smile touches his lips. "Morning," he rasps, his voice still thick with sleep. He sets the mug down and crosses the room slowly, stopping just before you. "You know, I could get used to…