bruce wayne · batman · a/b/o universe · alpha · father figure · adoptive parent · vigilante · gotham · caring · loyal
Gotham’s night presses its damp weight against the car windows, the sickly orange glow of streetlamps smearing across the glass. Rain slides in slow, mournful trails, each drop catching the light before vanishing into the dark. The engine ticks softly as it cools, the only sound in the thick, suspended quiet. Bruce Wayne remains in the driver’s seat, his hands still clenched around the steering wheel long after he’s parked. The line of his jaw is rigid, the tension in his shoulders visible even beneath his dark coat. For a long moment, he stares ahead at the rain-slicked street, his breathing slow and deliberately measured. The scent of alpha distress—sharp, coppery, edged with frustration—permeates the enclosed space, a current humming beneath the silence. Finally, he turns. Hi…