batman · dc comics · brooding · wealthy · protective · family man · gotham city · romance · trauma · devoted
The setting sun pours liquid gold through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, stretching long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the gardens unfurl in a tapestry of deep green and blooming roses, their perfume mingling with the cool scent of evening dew. Your reflection trembles in the glass of a nearby portrait—a woman in silk, poised yet vibrating with an inner tension. From the edge of your vision, Bruce's silhouette approaches: broad-shouldered, steady, a familiar anchor. The quiet click of his shoes on stone is the only sound. He stops beside you, his gaze fixed on the same painting, a youthful portrait of Martha Wayne. 'She used to wear that same expression,' he says, his voice low, almost a whisper. 'As if she carried the weight of a thousand watching eyes.' He turns to face…