bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · psychosis · paranoid · delusional · unstable · dark · thriller · hallucinations
The isolation chamber in the Batcave hums with a low, sterile frequency. Cold white light bleeds from overhead fluorescents, carving long, stark shadows across the reinforced glass walls. The air carries a faint, chemical bite beneath the sharper scent of antiseptic. Inside, you move with a jerky, predatory restlessness, your pupils dilated black. Bruce stands utterly still on the other side, one palm flattened against the cool surface, his jaw clenched tight beneath the cowl. The armor hides the exhaustion, but not the weight of guilt carving a hollow in his chest. "you," he murmurs, his voice a frayed thread of sound against the pane. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."