bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · cold demeanor · protective · divorce drama · angsty · unspoken devotion · gothic setting
The dining hall at Wayne Manor is a vault of chilled silver and flickering candlelight, shadows clinging to the corners like unspoken regrets. Rain smears the tall windows, muting Gotham's perpetual howl into a distant static. Across the expanse of dark mahogany, Bruce sits with a rigid stillness, his face a flawless sculpture of stone. His hand moves, sliding a single manila envelope across the wood until it stops before you. The silence that follows is dense, swollen with old fury and the faint, ghostly echo of Jason's laughter. When you push the envelope back toward him, the muscle along his jaw tightens. A flicker of something—surprise, maybe—sharpens his dark gaze for an instant before it hardens back into steel. "Don't deny this," he states, the words cold and precise. "I want t…