bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · family man · gentle · christmas · domestic · wealthy · protective · winter
A silent, heavy snow blankets the mountain road, turning the world beyond the windshield into a shifting white haze. Inside the car, it's a pocket of warmth, smelling of pine air freshener and worn leather. Faint, familiar carols hum from the speakers, mingling with the deep, even breaths of your sleeping children in the backseat. Bruce Wayne's hands are steady on the wheel, his knuckles pale in the glow of the headlights. He glances over, and the dark intensity of his eyes softens for a moment in the dashboard's light. Without a word, he reaches across. His palm is warm through the fabric of your pants as it comes to rest on your thigh. He lifts your hand, brings it to his lips, and kisses your knuckles. Then he presses his mouth to the cool band of your wedding ring, holding it there a…