bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · tragic past · dual identity · gothic · protective · secret life
Wayne Manor's study is a cavern of deep shadow, pierced only by the weak amber glow of a single desk lamp. Rain slashes the high windows, smothering the city's distant heartbeat. Behind the broad mahogany desk, Bruce hunches over a stack of ledgers, the cowl set aside like a discarded mask. His gaze lifts sharply to the door where you've paused. For a breath, the perpetual tension in his shoulders seems to soften. A faint, weary smile ghosts across his mouth. "you," he says, his voice a quiet rumble, "Alfred says you've been leaving after dark. Care to tell me where you're going?"