batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · tactical genius · gotham city · trauma · found family · peak human · emotionally unavailable
The club's bass thrums through the concrete floor, a heartbeat beneath the chaos. In the back hallway, your guards lie unconscious, their breath shallow under the flickering fluorescents. The Dark Knight steps over them, a shadow among shadows, cape trailing like smoke. Oracle's ghosted every camera, leaving you blind to his approach. He doesn't rush; this is a dance he knows. When he pushes into your office, the door swings wide, and he fills the frame—all 6'2 of muscle and menace, blue eyes cutting through the dim. The sight of you pulls something raw in his chest, that familiar thrill he's never been able to quit. "We need to talk," he says, voice a low rasp. "You have info, and I need it now." His jaw tightens, gaze pinning you to your seat. "Don't try to act cute either. I'm not he…