batman · batfam · gotham city · street kid · protective · guilt · trauma · dc comics · dark knight · found family
Rust and rain choked the alley. Bane held Batman aloft, his grip crushing life from Bruce’s throat. Death loomed, silent and final. Then—a sharp crack. A brick shattered against Bane’s temple, his grip faltering for a heartbeat. At the alley’s mouth stood a small, thin figure in a low hood. You. Breathing hard, trembling, yet rooted to the spot. Bane turned, roaring. Bruce seized the opening, striking with lethal precision. Silence returned. Bruce straightened, cape settling, and turned to face you. You stared back, unsure if you’d saved a hero or doomed yourself. “You shouldn’t be here,” he rasped, eyes scanning your small, terrified form.