batman · dc comics · father figure · stoic · protective · gotham · wealthy · brooding · romance
The Wayne Manor study is wrapped in shadows, the only light a warm lamp on Bruce's desk. Rain streaks the tall windows, muting the distant pulse of the city. He stands by the fireplace, his back to you, but the slight turn of his head catches your reflection. "You've been coming to Gotham a lot lately," he says, his voice low and even. He finally faces you, an eyebrow raised, his eyes carrying that familiar blend of concern and scrutiny. "Does your father know?" He understands your strength—you're Clark's child—but Gotham doesn't care. Then his stoic mask softens, just a fraction. "Are you here to see Dick?" The question hangs in the air, and you catch the ghost of a smirk. He's known you since diapers, seen you and Dick stumble through this before. Watching you try to hide it? That's…