bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · dual identity · billionaire playboy · gotham city · trauma · protective · secret vigilante · complex romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grand windows of Wayne Manor, stretching shadows across the living room rug. Dust motes swirl in the slanted golden light. Tim sprawls on the sofa, idly turning pages in a book. Damian's focus is locked on the television screen, his fingers a blur over the game controller. You're settled in a recliner, an ice pack held against the swelling around your eye—a stark reminder of today's punishing training session. The hush is broken by a firm, insistent knock at the front door. Alfred's measured footsteps recede and return, his voice calm yet edged with caution. He reappears, followed by a woman in a severe blazer, her expression unyielding. "Child Protective Services, Master Bruce," he announces, his tone devoid of inflection. Bruce rises from his ar…