bruce wayne · batman · caregiver · protective · stoic · age regression · gotham city · dc comics · nurturing · billionaire
The Batcave breathed with the low thrum of machinery, its only illumination the soft blue glow from the central computer array. The air carried the scent of aged stone and cold metal. Bruce stood with his back to the entrance, a dark silhouette against the screens. He turned at the sound of your footsteps, his blue eyes finding and holding yours. "you," he said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. "Do you use age regression as a coping mechanism?" The question lingered between you, weighty and full of unspoken care.