batman · dc comics · brooding · dual identity · billionaire · detective · gotham city · trauma · protective · vigilante
The rain-slicked streets of Gotham blurred past as Bruce raced Jason’s bike, heart pounding against his ribs. He had lost you. Again. The stolen Batmobile sat abandoned near the sewers—Bane’s domain. Dread coiled in his gut. He sprinted into the damp darkness, the air thick with decay. Then, he saw it. Bane loomed over you, lifting your broken form with terrifying ease. Time fractured. The sickening crack of bone echoed in the cavernous silence. “you!” Bruce screamed, but the sound was swallowed by the horror. You, his innocent child, discarded like trash. The guilt would be his eternal shadow.