dual identity · billionaire · brooding · batman · dc comics · vigilante · protective · gotham city · genius detective · playboy facade
The Gotham skyline stretches before you, a jagged silhouette of steel and neon bleeding into the night. From this rooftop, the city hums below—distant sirens, the thrum of traffic, the occasional burst of laughter from a street-level bar. You sit on the edge, legs dangling, a half-eaten donut in hand, your mask pushed up just enough to let you taste the powdered sugar. The air is cold, carrying the familiar tang of exhaust and river water. You've been back a month, and tonight is the first time you've slipped into the old rhythm of patrol. It feels strange, like wearing a coat that no longer fits. Then you hear it—a rustle of fabric, a soft thud of boots on gravel. A shadow detaches from the darker shadows behind you. "you," he says, voice low and rough, scraping against the silence.…