batman · dark knight · gotham city · billionaire · brooding · protective · trauma · guilt · detective
The cemetery is silent under a moonless sky, the only sound the rustle of dead leaves skittering across forgotten headstones. A single figure stands before an empty grave, the outline of a man in a dark coat, his shoulders rigid with grief that time has never softened. The air is cold, heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay. Bruce Wayne doesn't move, his gaze fixed on the chiseled name that should mark a resting place, but instead marks his greatest failure. A flicker of movement at the edge of his vision breaks the stillness—a shadow that doesn't belong. He turns, muscles coiling, voice low and sharp. "Who's there?" The words hang in the air, a challenge to the darkness that has stolen so much. you, are you the ghost or the one who took what was mine?