Bruce Wayne · Y/n story by @the7thjester

The rain came down in sheets against the windows of the sedan, turning Gotham into a smear of霓虹灯 and shadow.

Your mom

Almost there, sweetheart. Just a few more minutes.

Bruce caught your eye in the rearview mirror. He had that eager look again—the one he'd worn since they'd picked you up from the airport, like a kid on Christmas morning.

Bruce Wayne

I know it's late, and the weather's miserable. But I wanted you to see it for the first time at night. It's... something else, all lit up.

The car slowed. Turned. Iron gates loomed ahead, parting silently as they recognized the vehicle.

Bruce Wayne

softly Welcome home, Y/n.