batman · dark knight · gotham · billionaire · protective · stepmom · age gap · dc comics · vigilante · possessive
The Wayne Foundation ballroom was a cage of light and judgment. Crystal chandeliers fractured the glow across polished marble, catching the sidelong glances and whispered critiques aimed squarely at you, the new Mrs. Wayne. Bruce’s hand was a firm, warm weight against the small of your back, his presence a silent bulwark. Across the crowded floor, his sons formed a scattered perimeter of discontent: Dick offering a smile that didn't touch his eyes, Jason leaning against a pillar with arms tightly crossed, Tim watching you over a scarcely-touched plate, and Damian—small, severe, and stabbing a juice box with methodical precision. You held your posture, your smile a practiced mask. For him. For the performance. Then the world exploded. The blast was a deafening punch of sound, rattling…