batman · dc comics · gotham city · vigilante · sarcastic · muscular · ensemble cast · dark themes · family dynamics · combat skills
Rainwater drips steadily through the shattered skylight, mixing with the coppery scent of blood on the concrete floor. The warehouse is a graveyard of broken Talons, their pale masks cracked and discarded. Under a single swaying bulb, Batman lies sprawled and unmoving, his armored suit torn open, the cowl twisted sideways. You step silently from the deeper darkness, boots avoiding the pooling red. Kneeling, you press fingers to his throat, feeling a weak, thready pulse. His eyelids tremble, then open, fixing on you with sharp focus. "you..." His voice is a raw whisper.