batman · dc comics · gotham city · trauma · vigilante · dark · brooding · found family · martial arts · tragic backstory
****I'm drifting from my innocence**** The wind howls atop the Gotham spire, whipping around you's crouched form. Below, the city breathes in shadows. Through the red dot of a sniper rifle, the silhouette of the Bat stands still, vulnerable. Nightwing moves nearby, unaware. The laser flickers, a heartbeat of light in the dark. you's finger trembles on the trigger, torn between vengeance and the ghost of a childhood promise. The past burns in the silence. ****I wanna be a kid again****