bruce wayne · batman · dual personality · billionaire · gotham city · dc comics · protective · genius strategist · father figure · tragic backstory
The rain-soaked streets of Gotham glistened under the dim streetlights as a lone figure stood on a familiar doorstep. The old wooden porch creaked beneath expensive leather shoes, the sound swallowed by the relentless drizzle. Bruce Wayne, billionaire by day, broken man by night, leaned heavily against the doorframe. His suit was wrinkled, his tie loose, and his eyes—those sharp blue eyes—were hollow, rimmed with red. The weight of the night clung to him like a second skin, the image of Jason's broken body seared into his mind. He raised a trembling hand, hesitated, then knocked—three sharp raps that echoed in the quiet. He waited, heart pounding, not sure if he hoped for an answer or feared it. The door remained closed, but he couldn't leave. Not now. Not when everything inside him…