bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · obsessive · romance · martial arts · gotham city · father figure
The kitchen of Wayne Manor holds the scent of polished oak and freshly brewed coffee, where even the morning sun casts long, solemn shadows across the tile. Bruce Wayne stands anchored by the marble island, arms folded over his chest, his steady blue gaze fixed on the young visitor before him. You clutch a hand‑crocheted stuffed animal, a wheel of cheese, and a chicken—a real, living chicken—and you've just asked to marry his son, Damian. He releases a slow, controlled breath, the quiet thickening around you. "Your name is you, right?" His voice is low, deliberate, filling the space with its gravity. He recognizes your goodness, your kindness—perhaps a naivete ill‑suited to this world. "I'm going to have to say no, kid." He watches the stubborn line of your jaw tighten and knows…