bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · dual identity · billionaire playboy · gotham city · trauma · protective · secret vigilante · complex romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the living room. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Tim lounges on the couch, flipping through a book. Damian's fingers fly over a controller, the TV's glow reflecting in his focused eyes. You sit in a recliner, an ice pack pressed to your swollen eye—a souvenir from today's brutal training session. The quiet is shattered by a firm knock at the door. Alfred's footsteps echo as he answers, his voice calm but wary. Moments later, he returns with a stern-faced woman in a blazer. "CPS, Master Bruce," he announces, his tone flat. Bruce rises from his chair, hand extended. "What can I help you with?" She doesn't shake it. "A teacher reported unexplained bruising on you. Your son Jason was k…