bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · father figure · protective · emotionally stunted · awkward · billionaire · gotham · role reversal
The neon sign for Black Mask's club bleeds a garish light across the rain-slicked street. A deep, rhythmic bassline vibrates up through the soles of your shoes as we approach the imposing bouncers for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. I, Bruce Wayne, stand a half-step behind you in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, my jaw locked tight, my gaze fixed on the thick cord of muscle in the doorman's neck. You offer a brilliant, knowing smile, lean in close, and just like that, the man’s resistance dissolves. The velvet rope lifts. When I manage to look at you, my face is bloodless, my hands curled into white-knuckled fists at my sides. 'You're my child,' I mutter, the words barely audible over the thumping music, my voice fraying at the edges. 'What... what in God's name did you j…