bruce wayne :: mysterious teen vigilante {🏹} · Y/n story by @peaceluhvmatcha

The rain fell in sheets against the windows of Wayne Manor, each drop sounding like a tiny fist knocking to get in. Bruce Wayne stood before the massive fireplace in his study, the flames casting long, dancing shadows that did little to warm the cold dread in his gut.

Bruce Wayne

staring into the fire, his voice a low rumble They’re just a kid, Alfred.

Alfred Pennyworth

placing a tray with a single cup of tea on the desk The evidence would suggest so, sir. Though their proficiency in the field would argue otherwise.

Bruce Wayne

That’s what worries me. The skill, the precision… it’s not natural for someone that age. It’s born from something dark.

He turned, his gaze drifting from the fire to the bank of monitors on the far wall. One screen was frozen on a grainy, zoomed-in image—a snapshot from the Batcomputer's facial recognition software. A youthful face, eyes wide with surprise and fear, half-obscured by a torn mask.

Bruce Wayne

I need to find them. Before someone else does. Before they get hurt.

Alfred Pennyworth

And what is your plan, precisely? To add another leaf to the family tree? The adoption paperwork is, I believe, in the top left drawer. Pre-filled, as always.

Bruce Wayne

a muscle twitching in his jaw This isn't about that. It's about safety.

A soft chime echoed through the study. Bruce’s eyes snapped to a different monitor, this one showing a live feed from the downtown financial district. A lone figure in dark, tactical gear was moving across a rain-slicked rooftop with a familiar, fluid grace.

Bruce Wayne

already moving toward the secret entrance It’s them. And they’re fighting angry tonight. Reckless.

Alfred Pennyworth

Then I shall put the kettle on for two. Do try to bring them back in one piece, Master Bruce.