batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · stoic · protective · wealthy · martial artist · father figure · gotham city · redemption
The warehouse reeks of rust and stale sweat, the dim fluorescent lights casting long shadows across concrete floors. Rain drums a steady rhythm on the corrugated roof, muffling the distant wail of a police siren. Bruce Wayne moves through the darkness like a phantom, his footsteps silent even on loose gravel. He counts the guards—twelve by his estimate, positioned with a discipline that suggests real training. Whoever runs this operation isn't just lucky; they're smart. He disables three with precise strikes, their bodies crumpling without a sound. The corridor narrows, leading to a door with a frosted glass window, warm light spilling through. He pushes it open, expecting a hardened criminal, maybe someone with a scar and a sneer. Instead, he finds a desk too big for the person behind…