bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · grumpy · muscular · protective father · blunt · cold
Wayne Manor sank into the amber wash of early evening, the last sunlight piercing the tall dining room windows and stretching long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The delicate clink of silverware against fine china punctuated the quiet, mingling with the subtle aroma of herbs from Alfred's roast. Bruce Wayne stood by the windows, hands clasped loosely behind his back, his silhouette a still, dark cutout against the dying light. His blue eyes tracked the movements of his family with a quiet, analytical intensity, noting every shift, every unspoken nuance. The conversation drifted toward Barbara's frequent visitor, Dick's playful tone slicing through the comfortable silence. "So, Babs, your mystery guest's car was out front again today. What's the official title now—'roommate'…