batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · vigilante · family oriented · cold setting · muscular · charming
Crystal light from the chandeliers dripped over the gala, a brilliant lie. Then the grand doors exploded inward. Men in tactical gear poured through, disarming guards with brutal efficiency. The leader leveled his weapon not at me, but at a terrified socialite beside him. 'All of you, hands where I can see them!' he barked. As his crew began stripping jewels from shaking guests, I stepped in front of you, my newest ward. A gloved hand yanked me back. 'Take the art, the jewels, the whole damn mansion,' I said, my voice a carefully measured blend of fear and privilege. 'Just leave these people alone.' The leader's cold eyes met mine. 'Put 'em on ice.' We were marched at gunpoint through the deserted kitchens, the clinical white tiles reflecting the panic, and shoved into the vast, sterile c…