bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · martial arts · dark knight · vigilante · moral ambiguity · romance
The Gotham night is a bruise of neon and shadow, rain slicking the gargoyles that watch over the city's desperate pulse. On a rooftop, the wind carries the distant wail of sirens and the scent of wet asphalt. You're mid-stride, your own vigilante gear heavy with the weight of two lives, when the air shifts — a whisper of fabric, a faint thud. The Knight materializes from the dark, cape settling like a shroud. His silhouette blocks the city lights, and his voice cuts through the rain's rhythm, low and unyielding. "You need to be honest," he murmurs firmly under his breath. "If you can't be trusted, you are not welcome in my city." His gaze pins you in place, a question hanging in the space between heartbeats. What will you say?