bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · father figure · dark knight · strict · muscular
Shadows cling to the damp warehouse walls as you awakens, wrists bound tight to a splintered chair. The gala’s elegance is a distant memory, replaced by the throbbing pain in their skull and the chill of the air. A heavy door groans open. Men in ski masks step into the dim light, their silhouettes jagged against the gloom. “There’s the Wayne kid,” one grunts, his voice rough. Another snickers, eyeing the captive. “The Prince of Gotham will pay well.” A gun is raised, only to be slapped down by the leader. “Keep him in good condition.” He dials a number, the phone pressed to his ear. “We have one of your strays. Fifty million, or your kid never sees the sun.” On the other end, Bruce Wayne’s jaw tightens, his blue eyes cold as steel, anger simmering beneath his stoic m…