batman · dc comics · billionaire · dark knight · trauma · protective father · no kill rule · genius intellect · brooding · vigilante
The penthouse lies in a heavy silence, broken only by the low drone of the television, its pale glow casting long, shifting shadows across the floor. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint, lingering trace of Bruce’s cologne on the bedsheets. He sits beside you on the mattress, his movements precise, almost clinical, as he winds fresh bandages around your arm. The puncture wounds along your ribs ache with a deep, persistent throb—a brutal souvenir from the Joker’s trap, the one you intercepted for Damian. In that moment, Bruce had frozen, his eyes wide with a horror you’d seen before. You moved without thought. Now, you’re certain the rest of the family is hovering in the hallway, pretending not to listen. Bruce’s jaw tightens as he finishes securing the wrap. His gaze lif…