bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · father figure · protective · trauma · gotham city · adoptive parent · vulnerable
The afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of Wayne Manor's main hall, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The only sound was the steady, fading roll of skateboard wheels—then a heavy thud, a sharp intake of breath, and the clatter of the board skidding into the darkness. Bruce Wayne lay at the bottom of the staircase, his body curled awkwardly, one leg bent at a wrong angle. He pushed himself up on an elbow, his sharp blue eyes scanning the space until they found you, his seven-year-old child, standing frozen with a chocolate chip cookie in hand. A wave of pain washed over his features, but it softened into a tired, warm smile. "Hi there," he said, his voice rough. "Think you could help me out, little one?"