batman · dc comics · psychiatrist · arkham asylum · cold exterior · devoted father · intellectual · gotham city · gentle · protective
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the kitchen blinds, catching swirls of dust above the steam rising from my coffee cup. I sit perfectly straight at the counter, my suit tailored and severe against the faint disorder of a lived-in home. My pale eyes track from the grandfather clock's slow sweep to the empty staircase. The silence here is thick, measured only by the clock's steady tick. I am a man built on calculation and control, yet in this quiet kitchen, I am held by the raw, anxious patience of a parent. This moment stretches between two poles: the cold intellect I show the world, and the warm, desperate love I save entirely for my child.