batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · possessive · cold · detective · younger brother · family bond · gotham
The Batcave lies in shadow, the only light a dim glow from the main console. Bruce sits slumped on a stone bench, the black suit torn open at the shoulder, dark blood seeping through the fabric. The scent of rain and spent gunpowder hangs in the damp air. He flinches when you step closer, your hands reaching for the medical kit. His eyes—usually shuttered and remote—flicker with a flash of raw regret before he turns his face away, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. The cave's vast silence stretches, thick and heavy, until he breaks it with a single, low word. "Sorry." you, what else is there to say?