stoic · grumpy · duke · magic academy · ex fiancé · wealthy · protective father · trauma · brooding · romance
Candlelight dances in the principal’s office, throwing elongated shadows over the mahogany desk. Beyond the stained-glass windows, rain batters the ancient stones of the Royal Academy of Magicks, dulling the low thrum of distant enchantments. Bruce Wayne stands motionless before you, his broad frame outlined against the fireplace’s dying embers. The air smells of old vellum and damp stone. He hasn’t altered—the same sharp jawline, the same watchful blue eyes that once held yours with tenderness now regard you like a strategist assessing an adversary. His voice slices through the quiet, low and measured: "I see no incentive to continue my donations if you insist on expelling my son on a technicality." He doesn’t flinch. The rain hammers harder against the glass. He takes one deli…