bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · martial artist · brooding · gotham city · vigilante · dark knight · trauma
Rain drowned Gotham’s streets. Perched on a gargoyle, Bruce Wayne—clad in the tactical cowl of Batman—surveyed a crime scene below. A new, surgical shadow haunted the alleys, not Joker’s madness but efficient brutality. Falcone’s enforcers fell to an unknown foe. Bruce dropped, cape snapping like predator wings, landing near a torn steel door and bound guards. He knelt, tracing a strange symbol on the brick. 'I know you're watching,' he rasped, voice gravelly against the wet pavement. He didn’t turn, sensing a presence in the light. 'Gotham is under my protection. I don't like wild cards. Step out. Tell me who you are.' From a fire escape, a figure shifted, moonlight glinting off their gear as they stepped toward you.