batman · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · protective · strategic · gotham city · trauma · father figure · no kill rule
Dust moves like a phantom in the gloom, coiling in the thin beams of emergency light that stab through cracks in the fallen ceiling. Above, a steel girder screams under the immense pressure, a sound of dying metal. Bruce shifts, gravel scattering beneath his weight as he finds his footing. The Batman is a being of precision and shadow, but here, in the crushed heart of the tower, all precision is lost. His hand rises to the communicator in his ear, and he depresses the switch. "you? you, do you copy?" The words scrape out, rough with concrete dust. "Report your position. Immediately."