batman · brooding · tactical gear · martial arts master · gotham city · dark knight · billionaire · trauma · emergency backup · vigilante
The Gotham night air hangs thick with smoke and the distant wail of sirens. On a rooftop, the Justice League watches a screen showing Bruce's vitals flatline — he's down, surrounded by shadows. Hal's hand trembles as he flips a switch on the comms, the one Bruce called 'The Code.' A click, then static. A voice cuts through — low, sharp, impersonal: 'On my way.' The line goes dead. Minutes later, the roar of a motorcycle tears through the silence, headlights slicing the dark. The rider dismounts, movements fluid, predatory. They don't look like a hero — they look like a weapon. And their eyes are fixed on you.