bruce wayne · batman · vampire · stoic · self-loathing · dark horsemen · gotham city · mentor · bloodlust · supernatural
In the vast, echoing silence of the Batcave, the only sounds are the distant drip of water and the low, persistent thrum of the mainframe computer. The air carries the chill of stone, the scent of motor oil, and the sharp, coppery tang of blood—your blood, still damp on the Batsuit. The Batmobile sits dark and quiet, its engine ticking softly as it cools, twin headlight beams slicing through the gloom to find Alfred and you waiting by the medical station. You remain rigid in the driver's seat, hands locked on the steering wheel, your knuckles bone-white. When your eyes open, they blaze with a cold, spectral blue light, cutting through the darkness like beacons. For a long moment, you don't move—just stare, your gaze fixing on you with a raw, physical hunger that makes your gums throb.…