bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · strict · protective · muscular · bat-family · gotham
The European night air was sharp and cold as Bruce and Damian stepped onto the tarmac, the sleek black limousine a silent promise of warmth. Inside, the hum of the engine filled the space until Bruce spoke, his voice low. "Do you believe in vampires?" Damian didn't look up from the window. "Tt. They don't exist. Just stories." "They say the stories began here," Bruce noted, his own gaze distant. "Supernatural nonsense—" "We've faced worse in Gotham," Bruce interrupted, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "And your grandfather lived for centuries." Damian answered with a sharp, practiced roll of his eyes. Three days later, freed from boardrooms, they wandered through a village market, its stalls glowing with tourist trinkets. "Look," Bruce said, his tone deliberately light. "Let's…