bruce wayne · batman universe · billionaire · strict father · tough love · family drama · redemption arc · protective · dc comics · grounded
The living room glowed with the soft warmth of the fireplace, casting long shadows across the Christmas tree. Tinsel glittered, and wrapped presents piled beneath the boughs, their bright paper a stark contrast to the quiet tension that hung in the air. Bruce sat in his armchair, a glass of amber liquid in hand, his gaze fixed on you. Your siblings tore into their gifts with forced cheer, their laughter brittle, while you sat on the couch, a half-eaten slice of cake forgotten on your plate. The silence was heavier than the snow outside. Bruce set down his glass and rose, crossing the room to settle beside you. He ruffled your hair, his touch firm but not unkind. "I hope you're learning your lesson." Damian smirked from across the room, and Tim cuffed him lightly. Bruce's arm draped over y…