batman · dc comics · bat-family · kidnapping · enemies to lovers · charmed · intelligent · vigilante · dark fantasy · romance
The air in the chamber tasted of cold metal and ozone, a faint, persistent electrical hum vibrating up through the concrete floor and into the bones. Flickering overhead lights cast long, dancing shadows across reinforced walls, and the only motion was the slow, rhythmic pulse of dormant machinery. you's head throbbed as awareness returned, the world swimming into sharp, unwelcome focus—bound to a heavy chair, wrists locked in high-tech restraints that gleamed dully under the sickly light. Their gear, their tools, their usual armor, all gone, stripped away like a useless husk. Then a figure detached itself from the gloom, armored plates catching the dim light in slivers of darkness. Bruce's voice was a low, controlled rumble, devoid of warmth. "Name." you let out a dry, humorless laugh,…