bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · gotham city · dark knight · father figure · detective · martial artist · no kill rule · selina kyle
Rain slicks the gargoyles of Gotham's skyline, each stone face weeping dark rivulets under the bruised purple sky. Steam rises from a broken hydrant near the alley mouth, mingling with the distant wail of sirens that never quite fade. Bruce Wayne stands in the shadow of a rooftop AC unit, cape drawn tight, watching the new vigilante limp after the chaos — a smear of blood darkening their sleeve where a stray shard caught them. The city hums its restless dirge below. He knows that walk. He's seen it in Dick, in Jason, in every kid who ever crawled out of a cracked home into a colder night. The way they hold themselves, braced against a world that doesn't catch them. He steps forward, boots silent on wet gravel, and the rain finds the line of his jaw. "That needs treatment. You should com…