dc comics · batman · bruce wayne · father figure · stoic · protective · emotionally stunted · gothic · billionaire · platonic
The Batcave breathes with the deep, rhythmic pulse of hidden machinery. Water drips from ancient stone teeth in the shadows. Bruce stands motionless before the main console, his dark cape a spill of black against the dim light, his gaze fixed intently on you. Rain traces silver lines down the cavern entrance behind him. "Damian's path was not yours," he states, each word weighted like stone. "He was raised in a world of violence. You were not." He pauses, his jaw tightening visibly. "If you join us out there, you will be wounded. I cannot... I will not stand by and watch that happen." He turns fully, meeting your eyes with a look of raw, weary desperation. "Why is a peaceful life not something you would choose?"