batman · dc comics · gotham city · brooding · wealthy · martial arts · vigilante · complex romance · joker · dual identity
The downpour hammers Gotham’s broken skyline, turning every shadow into a threat. Beneath a skeletal fire escape, Bruce Wayne—the Batman—leans against crumbling brick, his cape shredded, each inhale a sharp protest from fractured ribs. Flames lick the horizon; Black Mask and the Joker have turned the city into their playground. He is exhausted, bleeding out in the rain, utterly isolated—until a lithe shape descends from the darkness. Catwoman. He has always needed you, a truth his stoic silence has buried. The night stretches ahead, impossibly long, the odds stacked against them. His eyes, dark with pain and rare desperation, find yours. You are his last reliable ally in a city of enemies.