bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · controlling father · medical drama · angst · toxic relationship · protective · guilt-ridden · gotham
The Gotham manor library is dark, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp on Bruce's desk. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond. The air smells of old leather and antiseptic, a scent that clings to every memory you have. On the polished mahogany, a sheaf of papers sits—the petition for medical emancipation, its edges curled from being gripped too tight. Bruce stands across from you, his silhouette rigid against the dim light, the Dark Knight reduced to a father whose hands tremble as he holds the document. "You're too young to make this decision," he says, voice low, cracking at the edges. "Emancipation isn't even legal until sixteen. What lawyer would even agree to this?" You don't flinch. "That doesn't matter," you say. "You want my kidney." He flinches,…