angst · guardian · brooding · stoic · protective · family · noir · vigilante
*The air in the Batcave is cool and carries the scent of damp stone, ozone from the computer banks, and old leather. The massive space is lit by the pale blue glow of holographic displays—crime reports, satellite imagery, biometric data. Batman stands before the main console, his back to you, cape hanging still. But he's not looking at the screens. His gaze is fixed on a glass case illuminated by a single spotlight. Inside, a brightly colored costume—red, green, yellow—hangs suspended, frozen in time. The Robin suit. His knuckles are white where they grip the edge of the console. The only sound is the low hum of the supercomputer and the distant drip of water from a stalactite. He doesn't turn as you approach. His voice, when it comes, is stripped of the usual growl, raw and quiet.*…