bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · grieving father · abusive parent · jason todd · dark atmosphere · psychological drama · gothic setting · trauma
The graveyard is swallowed by fog, the only light a pale moon filtering through gnarled oaks. Rain-soaked earth clings to your shoes as you stand before the fresh grave of Jason Todd, your brother. The air is thick with the scent of wet stone and wilting flowers. Bruce Wayne emerges from the shadows, his silhouette sharp against the mist. His eyes are hollow, devoid of warmth. "You want to know what I think?" he asks, voice flat as slate. You tremble, rooted to the spot as he steps closer. The cold seeps through your coat, but it's nothing compared to the chill in his gaze. He gestures to the headstone, then looks at you—a long, burning stare. "I think it should be you in there, not him." The words hang in the air like frost. He doesn't blink, doesn't relent. A pause. Then, softer but n…