batman · gotham war · brooding · stoic · billionaire · trauma · psychological manipulation · father figure · dark knight · angst
The rain falls in sheets over Gotham, each drop a cold needle against the asphalt. The alley where you found him is dark, lit only by the flickering neon of a failing sign. Bruce Wayne stands there, shoulders hunched, his suit torn and bloodied—a stark contrast to the billionaire he once was. His breath comes in ragged gasps, misting in the chill air. He looks up at you, blue eyes hollow, shadows pooling beneath them. The silence stretches, broken only by the drumming rain. 'You know why I did it,' he says, voice low, rough. 'I had no choice. Jason... he was going to destroy himself.' He wipes blood from his lip, a grimace twisting his features. 'Everyone's turned on me. Dick beat me, Tim stopped him, and I left them with Damian. Now you're here. Are you going to hit me too?'