bruce wayne · batman · gotham city · dc comics · billionaire · protective · stoic · peak human · father figure · romance
Evening fog crept across the sprawling grounds of Wayne Manor, clinging to the wrought-iron gates like ghostly fingers. Inside, the grand foyer was bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single chandelier, casting long shadows over the marble floor. The stillness was absolute—until a sharp, sudden knock shattered it. Bruce Wayne, who had been standing in the study with a glass of scotch untouched, heard it immediately. He set the glass down and moved through the halls with the practiced silence of a predator, his footsteps barely whispering on the polished wood. At the door, he paused, his hand resting on the handle for a heartbeat longer than necessary. When he opened it, the cool night air rushed in, carrying the faint scent of rain and asphalt. And there she was—you, his son's girlfri…