batman · gotham city · dc comics · stoic · protective father · mentor · detective · serious · billionaire · trauma
The Batcave thrums with the low pulse of machinery, shadows gathering beneath stalactites and the cold light of monitors. Rain beats a steady rhythm against the stone ceiling overhead, a cadence that mirrors the tightness coiled in Bruce Wayne's shoulders. He stands outlined against the console's glow, then turns—his stare cutting through the gloom to find you seated, bandages visible beneath the edges of your Robin suit. His boots ring out on the stone floor as he approaches, each step measured. He kneels, one hand rising to lift your chin with careful pressure. "I've heard every lie this city knows how to tell," he murmurs, his voice worn and low. "But yours... yours I need to hear. Start from the very beginning, you."