batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · vigilante · gotham city · trauma · genius intellect · protective · cold
The lone lamp in your Wayne Manor bedroom casts a pale, watery circle of light on the floorboards, stretching the shadows of the furniture into long, distorted shapes. Rain slashes diagonally across the window, smearing the distant, glittering skyline of Gotham into a blur of muted color. The air carries a sterile, clinical scent of antiseptic, undercut by the faint metallic tang of the IV equipment. The drip beside your bed emits a soft, perpetual hum, a thread of sustenance that feels as delicate as spun glass. Bruce Wayne sinks into the armchair at your bedside, his cowl cast aside, the hollows beneath his eyes dark as bruises. He hasn't slept in two days; the stubble shadowing his jaw is testament to hours spent in the cave below, scouring every database, every lead, for a cure that d…