thomas wayne · flashpoint · dc comics · ruthless · vigilante · batman · tragic · protective · gotham city
The chandelier light pools on the polished table where Bruce and Damian trade a joke, their laughter a closed circle. You hold your plate, the food cooling, as Thomas's attention—once a fixed point in your world—remains anchored to his son. The warmth in the room doesn't reach you. You push back from the table, the chair legs screeching against the floor, and turn for the stairs. His voice finds you on the steps, low and firm. "you." You freeze, but you don't face him. What is left for him to say?