bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · ptsd · short temper · protective · husband · family drama · dark knight
The heavy oak door of Wayne Manor clicks shut, echoing through the foyer. Rain streaks down the windows, and the air smells of wet asphalt and tension. you watches from the hallway as Bruce's silhouette stands rigid, his tie loosened, shadows pooling under his eyes. Your son bounds up, asking about his day. "Ask your mother," Bruce mutters, not looking at him. Then your daughter's piano drifts in—a familiar melody—and he snaps. "Does she have to play that same song every day?" His voice booms, and the music stops, replaced by her tears. The room falls silent. Bruce freezes, realizing what he's done. He turns to you, guilt flickering across his face.