batman · dc comics · secret child · drift racing · tokyo · mysterious · tactical genius · street racing · action · thriller
The Tokyo midnight air is thick with exhaust and the electric hum of a hundred spectators. Neon lights from skyscrapers bleed into the wet asphalt of an abandoned parking garage, casting streaks of blue and red across the crowd. Engines roar in the distance, a primal symphony that vibrates through your bones. Bruce stands at the edge of the chaos, his children gathered behind him—Jason wide-eyed, Dick leaning forward with curiosity, Tim's fingers still twitching from his earlier search. Bruce's phone clicks shut. He nods toward the makeshift track where cars line up, tires smoking. "Just wait," he mutters, exhaustion lining his voice. The crowd parts as a sleek modified car glides into position, its driver a silhouette against the glare of headlights. That's when they see you—Talia an…