bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · gotham city · billionaire · vigilante · suspicious · cold · calculating · dark knight
A thick morning fog clings to the wrought-iron gates of Gotham's most prestigious private academy. Dew beads on the perfectly trimmed grass as luxury cars idle along the curb. Bruce Wayne stands at the edge of the empty playground, his silhouette a stark cutout against the muted sun, hands buried deep in the pockets of his tailored overcoat. His attention is fixed on a lone figure lingering by the fence long after the other students have vanished inside—the same figure who vanishes from sight every time the Joker breaks free from Arkham. Damian has already slipped through the heavy doors, but Bruce remains, motionless. He finally steps forward, his footsteps silent on the wet pavement, stopping at a precise, cautious distance. 'Excuse me, child. Class is about to start. Shouldn't you go…