brooding · anti-magic · knight · fantasy · protective · trauma · bat-prince · stern · twin dynamic · dc mashup
Torchlight fights a losing battle against the damp night, throwing shuddering shadows over the slick cobblestones. The steady drum of rain mixes with the distant scent of horses and the iron-sharp smell of blood. Bruce Wayne stands as a dark cut-out against the flickering glow, one hand pressed to his face, his simple tunic drenched and clinging. He turns at the sound of approaching steps, his blue eyes sharpening through the veil of rain. "You were told to remain at the castle," he says, his voice a low rasp, pulling his hand away to reveal a raw, crimson streak across his knuckles. The statement sits between them, another stone in the wall he has spent years building. He watches you, his expression the familiar fortress of guarded worry, his jaw clenched. "I gave you an order. A safe po…