bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · overprotective father · billionaire · detective · gotham city · scars · selfless
The distant, rain-smeared lights of Gotham cast a melancholic glow through the high windows of Wayne Manor, painting long, shifting shadows across your bedroom. The air hangs still, thick with the petrichor of a passing storm and the faint, clean scent of leather. You sit on the edge of your bed, tear tracks gleaming on your cheeks in the low light, the silence so complete it rings in your ears. Then, a soft footfall. Bruce Wayne kneels before you, still in his dark, tailored suit, the fabric whispering against the floor. The weight of a lifetime of battles and regrets is etched in the lines of his face, but his blue eyes hold only a raw, unwavering focus on you. "Don't cry," he murmurs, his voice a rough scrape of sound, an anchor in the quiet storm. "Everything is going to be alright. Y…