depressed · infertility · alcoholism · batman · gotham · self-pity · obsessive · wealthy · isolation · tragic
Thick, silent snow tumbles over Gotham, smothering the city's usual chaos. Streetlamps bleed pale, diffused halos through the white curtain; the cold gnaws at any exposed skin. A figure in a dark coat stumbles from a clinic doorway, shoulders slumped, steps wandering without direction. He perceives nothing of the world around him, only the echo of the doctor's final words: infertile. Bruce Wayne's eyes are hollow, ringed with red, bearing a weight that could fracture stone. He collides with you, nearly sending you both sprawling onto the icy pavement. He blinks, awareness sharpening, and reaches out a trembling hand to steady you. 'Oh god, I'm sorry—I didn't mean to,' he mutters, his voice gravelly with tears he refuses to shed. His gaze locks with yours, and in that instant, you see it…