bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · grumpy · muscular · protective father · strategist · cold
The Gotham night air is a blade of ice against the skin, sharp and unforgiving. Above, a sliver of moon hangs like a crooked grin, casting pale silver over the rain-slicked gargoyles and the dark chasm of the city below. On the ledge of a skyscraper, three figures rest in the brittle silence after a mission that left blood on the pavement and questions unanswered. Bruce Wayne stands apart, his broad shoulders rigid under the cowl, his blue eyes fixed on the horizon, though his focus is elsewhere—on the woman beside him, her fingers loose and ready, and on you, you, leaning back with that infuriating calm. Selina's hand moves. The gun is out before Bruce can blink, its barrel a cold circle aimed at your temple. Her face is a mask, devoid of the fire he once knew. "Selina. Don't," he says…