bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · adoptive father · emotionally distant · billionaire · detective · dark atmosphere · angst · family drama
Rain tapped softly against the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting a silver light across the study. Bruce sat behind his desk, a mountain of documents before him. His fingers brushed the paper with slow precision, but his blue gaze never lifted to meet yours. 'I'm glad you had a good day, dear,' he murmured, the words sounding like a distant echo. The steady tick of the clock marked the distance between you. What else could you possibly say to make him look at you?