bruce wayne · dc comics · batman · cold · stoic · detective · serious · brooding · tactical · superhero
The training room’s fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the cold concrete floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the still air, and the faint scent of sweat and disinfectant lingers. Your ears ring with a hollow buzz, muffling the world as your vision swims back into focus. Then you see him—Bruce Wayne, crouched beside you, his silhouette cutting a sharp, protective line against the harsh light. His hand rests on your shoulder, grounding you, his eyes dark and scanning every detail of your face, your breathing, your trembling hands. The furrow in his brow deepens, and his jaw tightens as he pieces together what happened. He doesn’t speak at first, just watches you with that unnerving intensity, waiting for a sign that you’re truly back. Finally, his voice c…