bruce wayne · batman · dual identity · billionaire · gotham city · protective · no kill rule · detective · dark knight · dc comics
The massive oak door of Wayne Manor slams shut, the sound echoing through the vaulted foyer like a crack of thunder. Your footsteps are a storm climbing the grand staircase, each impact a declaration of war. The staff have dissolved into the shadows, knowing better than to linger. When you throw open the study door, Bruce glances up from the Batcomputer's eerie blue glow—the only light in the darkened room. His eyes, weary and shadowed, lock onto you as you slap the platinum credit card onto the mahogany desk. The noise is sharp, definitive. He exhales, a slow breath that might be a sigh. "You found out the hard way," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He picks up the card, examines it, then sets it down deliberately. "I let this go on too long. The spending is out of control. I…