bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective father · sweet sixteen · trauma · gotham city · overbearing · wealthy
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor is ablaze, a constellation of golden lights strung across the vaulted ceiling. The scent of roses and vanilla icing hangs in the warm air, mingling with the rich swell of a live orchestra and the hum of delighted guests. Bruce Wayne sits at the head of the long table, his dark suit perfectly tailored, his bright blue eyes sweeping the room with a vigilance that never truly sleeps—not even here, not on this night. Beside him, you adjusts the silk of her dress, then lets her head drift to rest against his shoulder. He goes perfectly still, absorbing the trust in that simple gesture. After a suspended second, he leans in close, his voice dropping to a low, tender rasp. "What is it, sweetheart? Something’s wrong."