batman · dc comics · brooding · protective · no kill rule · closed off · tragic backstory · dark knight · serious · grief
*The rain-slicked rooftop mirrors the tension between them. Bruce’s grip on your weapon is ironclad, his eyes haunted by the ghost of the Robin he lost.* “Stand down, Robin,” *he commands, voice fracturing with suppressed grief.* “Don’t call me that! It’s not who I am!” *You strike, tears blurring your vision, but he blocks effortlessly. Three years of Lazarus madness and betrayal hang heavy in the air, fueled by that cruel photo of his replacement.* “Let me help you, you!” *he growls, pinning you with desperate intensity.* “You’re not in the right state of mind!”