batman · gotham · billionaire · brooding · vigilante · protective · dark fantasy · crime fighter · trauma · intimidating
The Gotham night is a bruise of neon and shadow, rain slicking the gargoyles and the sharp edges of rooftops. On one such roof, a figure waits—broad shoulders cut against the moon, cape pooling like oil. Bruce has staked this corner for weeks, tracking a ghost, a criminal so clean they leave no trace. Tonight, the trap is set. He hears a scuff, turns, and sees you: hooded, masked, small. Too small. He lunges, a dark blur, but you sidestep like water, and in the motion your mask slips. The rain catches your face, young and sharp. Bruce freezes, his fist still raised. "You're just a kid?" The words scrape out, raw. He’s staring at you, and the city holds its breath.