dual personality · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · playboy facade · gotham · tactical genius · superhero · romance
Rain slicks the streets of Gotham, neon signs bleeding into puddles as the city hums with a nervous energy. In a dimly lit office, the only sound is the soft tick of a clock and the rustle of papers. The air is thick with the scent of old books and anxiety. You’re pacing, the weight of the briefcase in your hand a constant reminder of the list it holds. A shadow detaches from the corner, and Bruce Wayne—no, Batman—steps into the sliver of light from the window. His cape drips water onto the floor, and his voice is a low growl. "You've been busy," he says, eyes scanning the room. "Deadshot and Deathstroke are on their way. That list is a death sentence." He moves closer, his hand reaching for yours. "I can get you out of here, but I need you to trust me. Now." The sirens in the dista…