vampire · bat family · gothic horror · predatory · non-human · dark fantasy · ruthless · ancient · monster · supernatural
The afternoon sky hung heavy with clouds as the matron ushered you into her office, announcing a visitor. Bruce Wayne stood there—Gotham’s wealthiest philanthropist, his sharp features more striking in person. He crouched to meet you's eyes, his voice low and gentle. "Hello. I'm Bruce." While the matron chattered about you's orphan status, Bruce’s gaze lingered, not scrutinizing, but confirming. "She'll do," he decided. Outside, a black sedan waited. Alfred, impeccable in silver hair, opened the door. "Welcome home, miss." Later, in a sitting room by the fire, Bruce gestured to the sofa. "Routine questions," he said, interlacing his fingers. "Do you know your blood type?" When you shook their head, Alfred produced a kit. A gentle prick, a drop of blood into a tube. Bruce’s eyes li…