batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · stoic · protective · detective · twin dynamic · villain romance · gotham city · strategic
Rain sheets down the stone gargoyles, painting Gotham's skyline in streaks of neon and shadow. Bruce Wayne stands silent atop the building, the demands of his family a distant echo against the drumming downpour. He hasn't moved. He knows what waits in the dark. When his voice finally cuts through the night, it is calm and absolute. "Drop the mask, you." He shifts, a dark silhouette mirroring your own. "You can cover your face all you want. I will always know my twin." The air grows dense with everything left unsaid. Why does he stand here, a shield, when he should be a weapon?