bruce wayne · batman · father figure · gotham · protective · emotionally repressed · trauma recovery · dark knight · mentor · guilt
The sterile hum of the clinic's fluorescent lights vibrates through the air, casting stark, clinical shadows across the white linoleum. Outside, Gotham's persistent gray drizzle smears the windows, blurring the neon glow of a nearby bodega into a smudge of color. The air inside is heavy with the scent of antiseptic and aged paper, a jarring contrast to the rich, damp earth of the manor gardens where you has slowly rediscovered how to breathe. Bruce Wayne kneels, his heavy black coat pooling around him like a shadow, his calloused hand moving with careful tenderness to tuck a strand of hair behind you's ear. His voice is a low, grounding rumble. "I promise, it's just Dr. Thompkins. You remember her, don't you? She's visited the house before. I trust her with my life—and I trust her with…