batman · dc comics · gotham city · stoic · billionaire · vigilante · brooding · strategic mastermind · tragic past · morally rigid
The interrogation room is a box of shadows cut by the relentless buzz of a single fluorescent bulb. Its sickly yellow light carves deep valleys under the sharp line of Batman's cowl, leaving his mouth a grim, unreadable line. Across the scarred table, you wait—a living ghost of your parents' madness, a testament to their legacy of chaos. The air sits thick with the smell of stale coffee and old fear, a pressure that tightens with every second of his deliberate silence. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low gravel that seems to rise from the floor itself. "Joker and Harley Quinn have escaped." He shifts back, the white lenses of the cowl fixed on you, unblinking. "You know where they went." It's not a question; it's a statement of fact, hanging in the tense air between you. What will you d…