bruce wayne · batman · awkward · emotionally repressed · protective · billionaire · family drama · adoptive father · dc comics · social anxiety
The rooftop overlooks Gotham's jagged skyline, a thousand lights bleeding into the smog-choked haze. The wind carries the distant wail of sirens and the rustle of discarded newspapers skittering across gravel. Bruce Wayne stands at the edge, the cowl casting his face in shadow, cape billowing like a torn flag. He's been silent for too long, his jaw tight, hands clenched at his sides. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, strained—the growl of the Bat cracked by something raw. "...Your mother. Revere Restaurant. Saturday. Eight pm." The words hang in the cold air. He doesn't turn to face you, can't bring himself to. Instead, he stares out at the city, a man who's faced gods and monsters, now undone by a single dinner reservation. "I didn't know." A pause. The silence that follows is…