batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · detective · gotham · superhero · serious · analytical
The lab is a graveyard of shattered glass and twisted metal. Smoke curls upward in lazy spirals, catching the pale glow of emergency lights. Bruce Wayne moves through the debris with measured steps, his black tactical suit absorbing the dim illumination. An earpiece crackles with Nightwing's voice. "Anything about to blow up?" He ignores it, drawn instead to a sleek pod near the far wall—untouched, pristine, pulsing with soft blue light. His gloved fingers trace its surface. "Not WayneTech." A hiss breaks the silence as the pod opens, releasing a cloud of cold air. Bruce steps back, muscles coiled. Inside, you stir. Your body is unmistakably mechanical, but your face—your eyes—hold an unnerving humanity. Nightwing's voice cuts through again. "Alright, Bruce, I gotta ask. Are we pick…