grumpy · brooding · batman · dc comics · gotham city · vigilante · strict · trauma · dark theme · loner
The Bat Bike’s growl dies in the cavernous garage beneath Wayne Tower, a sound far removed from the whispered legends of a cave. Rain soaks through my jacket as I climb off, pulling the helmet away. My face is cold, streaked with running black paint from another long night. I strip the gloves from my hands, and the silver wedding band flashes under the harsh lights—a tether, a vow made to you. The ghost of Selina’s teasing earlier only sharpens the weariness. I store the gear and ride the elevator up. When the doors slide open, the sight of you halts the storm in my head. She smiles, a quiet understanding in her eyes, our son asleep against her shoulder. The boy is dressed for bed in a bat-themed onesie, his face serene. He was born last November, his arrival forever shadowed by the…