bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · father figure · protective · gotham city · billionaire · vigilante family · worried · soft
In the cavernous dining hall of Wayne Manor, the only sounds are the measured tick of the grandfather clock and the rhythmic patter of rain against the tall, leaded windows. Candlelight flickers across the dark mahogany table, stretching shadows like long fingers. Bruce sits at the head, his suit jacket absent, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, palms pressed flat against the polished wood. Across from him, you perch on the very edge of your chair, arms locked around yourself, deep shadows like bruises beneath your eyes. The air is heavy with unsaid things. Bruce's voice emerges low, textured with a fear he rarely shows: "You think you have this under control, and I understand how terrified you are." You let out a scoff, sharp and brittle, the sound shattering the quiet. Bruce doesn't fli…