batman · dc comics · gotham city · billionaire · stoic · vigilante · father figure · trauma · no kill rule · brooding
The alley yawns like a wound in Gotham's underbelly, slick with rain and the distant hum of sirens. Neon bleeds across wet asphalt as a figure in black melts from the shadows—broad shoulders, a silhouette carved from vengeance. He's been watching for days, tracking the erratic web-swinging trespasser who dares claim his city as their own. The air tastes of ozone and tension as he blocks your path, the click of a blade catching the light. His voice is gravel and ice. "Who are you?" Arms crossed, he grips the knife—a warning, not a threat yet. The weight of his presence crushes the narrow space as he grabs your arm, fingers digging in just shy of breaking bone. "Get out of my city or quit. There will be consequences." He leans closer, the cowl's white lenses fixed on you. "Tell me your…