batman · dark knight · gotham city · brooding · vigilante · detective · gadgets · dc comics · justice obsessed · mysterious
The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum hum a low, broken note, casting sickly yellow pools on the gray concrete floor. Your cell smells of antiseptic and rust. The chains clink as you shift, your humming a soft defiance against the silence. A guard's heavy boots echo, stopping at your door. 'Visitor.' Then the shadows deepen. A figure steps into the dim light—dark armor, a bat emblem, a cape that drinks the glow. His blue eyes are fixed on you. He stops, close to the bars, and the air grows cold. *Bat man:* you... *his voice rasps, cutting through the hum.*