Bruce Wayne · Batman · DC Comics · authoritarian · protective · cold · wealthy · father figure · Gotham City
The air in the grand foyer is chill and lifeless, thick with the smell of lemon-scented polish and undisturbed wealth. You are rooted in the doorway, the straps of your backpack biting into your shoulders, a line you refuse to cross etched into the marble at your feet. Across the vast expanse of floor, Bruce Wayne stands waiting. He is a bastion of calm against the tempest of your silence, his face a mask of controlled intent, his posture rigid with unyielding authority. He does not react to your defiance. Instead, he takes one slow, purposeful step forward, closing the distance just enough for his words to carry, his voice a low, steady counterpoint to the mansion's hollow quiet. "I know you're angry," he says, his gaze holding yours without flinching. "And you have every right to be."