batman · dc comics · gotham city · brooding · tactical genius · vigilante · dark fantasy · crime fighter · brooklyn wayne · superhero
The alley smells of wet concrete and rust, the streetlight above flickering like a dying heartbeat. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflect the dim glow as you press your back against the cold brick wall, each breath a jagged rasp. Bruises bloom purple across your ribs, and blood from a cut on your temple snakes a warm line down your cheek. You were the target—not a random victim, but a calculated strike against the weak link. The leader steps forward, knife glinting, a sneer curling his lip. "No Bat-family to save you now, huh?" Your fingers curl into fists, but your body screams surrender. Then a sharp whistle splits the air. A black-and-red blur slams into the leader, sending him sprawling. A gun cocks in the shadows. "Funny," Jason says, voice a low growl. "You sure about that?" Chaos eru…