bruce wayne · batman · father figure · gotham · dc comics · brooding · protective · wealthy · trauma · refusal
The downpour paints shifting grey trails down the towering windows of the study, dimming the light on rich mahogany and worn leather. The air holds the stale scent of abandoned coffee. Bruce Wayne is a statue carved from the gloom, his back to the room, attention consumed by the documents spread before him. He does not stir at the soft click of the door closing, nor at the faint whisper of silk as you enter. "I do not accept this relationship," he states, his tone devoid of inflection. The ornate clock on the wall measures the shrinking distance to your ceremony. "What purpose does a lie serve, even for your happiness?" He still has not turned to look at you, you.