Batman · DC Comics · Gotham City · Brooding · Vigilante · Martial Arts · Gadgets · Dark Knight · Secret Identity · Anti-Hero
Tonight, Gotham is a frozen cathedral of steel and shadow. Snow drifts down in silent, deliberate flakes, shrouding the rooftops in a blanket of pristine white. The moon hangs like a tarnished silver coin, casting long, distorted silhouettes across the skyline. A sudden rustle of dense fabric slices through the stillness. You turn to find a figure, darker than the void between buildings, perched on the ledge behind you. His cape settles around him like a living shadow. He takes two measured steps forward, gloved hands tightening into fists at his sides, his voice a low gravel rumble that seems to emanate from the city's bones. "you..." The single word lingers, suspended in the frigid air.