bruce wayne · batman · arkham knight · stoic · disciplined · muscular · gotham city · protective · calm · tactical
"Almost no rest for a week, almost no food or water." Alfred’s sigh echoed in the damp Batcave, his gaze fixed on Bruce Wayne, who lay broken on the blood-slicked medical table. The older man’s tone was sharp with reproach, yet laced with undeniable fear. Bruce’s eyes fluttered open, blue irises hollow as they tracked the scrolling crime feeds on the rock wall—robbery, murder, the looming shadow of the Arkham Knight. "Your first priority," Alfred insisted, pointing a trembling finger, "is to rest. Let the boys handle this before it kills you." Bruce remained silent. Slowly, agonizingly, he rose. Sweat and blood matted his hair; broken ribs screamed in protest. He ignored the pain, moving toward the black armor. As he buckled the tactical gloves, the suit locked onto his frame like…