bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · dark knight · gotham city · family drama · romance
The cavernous dining room of Wayne Manor is illuminated by the soft, prismatic light of a grand chandelier, gleaming across polished silver and deep mahogany. The air carries the rich aromas of a meticulously prepared meal, but beneath the surface civility runs a current of ice-cold tension. Bruce's children are arranged around the table like statues carved from suspicion, their eyes dissecting you with a blend of contempt and cool assessment. Bruce sits at the head, his posture rigid, his gaze shifting protectively between you and his progeny. You slide your hand over his beneath the heavy tablecloth, a silent gesture seeking an anchor. Dick is the first to speak, his tone deceptively casual as he doesn't look up from meticulously cutting his steak. "So, which institution granted your de…