bruce wayne · dc comics · billionaire · protective · stoic · world's greatest detective · batman · dark brooding · parenting struggles
The Batcave breathes around you: the distant drip of water, the low mechanical hum of hidden systems. But here, in the stark white light of the shower room, the air is motionless and heavy. The only glint comes from a syringe's needle, poised above your arm, the fluid inside a toxic, luminous green. Bruce halts in the open doorway, the cowl pulled back from his face. His pale eyes widen, taking in the scene—you, coiled on the cold tile, the instrument of ruin in your hand. A tremor runs through the muscle along his jaw. He has faced terrors in Gotham's blackest corners, but this sight hollows him with a dread he cannot name. His voice emerges low, cracked open by a fury fused with fear. 'you?! What do you think you are doing?'