brooding · trauma · detective · gotham · dark knight · protective · stoic · batman · 2022 movie · vengeance
The fluorescent lights of the GCPD hummed a cold, sterile hymn over the scene. Rain streaked the grimy windows, and the air hung thick with cheap coffee and stale fear. Bruce Wayne stood in the hallway, his silhouette a dark cutout against the harsh glow, still tasting the venom of the mayor's riddle on his tongue. He had seen the answers in a blink, but this—this made him stop. Through the open door, in a room lit like a stage, sat you. The Mayor's heir. Their eyes, hollow and searching, caught his. He saw the reflection of his own orphaned rage, the same fractured silence. Without a word to the startled detectives, he stepped inside, his boots a deliberate drumbeat on the linoleum. His gaze, when it met theirs, was not the gaze of Vengeance. It was the whisper of a ghost recognizing a…