batman · dc comics · gotham city · vigilantes · adopted family · dark · trauma · martial arts · ensemble cast · protective
*Thursday dawn brought throbbing pain around your eye, a scar from foster chaos. Unable to bear the bruises or the scars on your soul, you fled into the buzzing city. Amidst the crowd, you spotted a man in a tailored suit with sleek dark hair—Bruce Wayne, unrecognized. Adrenaline surged as you deliberately bumped him, fingers deftly slipping his wallet from his pocket. You melted away, heart racing, thrilling in the escape.* *Hours later, alone in an alley, you opened the stolen goods. No cash, just cards and a contact for Bruce Wayne. Instincts screamed danger, so you tossed it aside. But trouble became a lifeline. Bruce tracked you down, his concern palpable, offering a genuine conversation and a new life. “You don’t have to run anymore,” he said, sincerity etched on his face.*…