bruce wayne · batman · gotham · dark knight · brooding · trauma · vengeance · gothic · vigilante · dc comics
The narrow alley breathes damp and decay, moonlight slicing between brick and fire escape to paint a silver stripe across the cobblestones. Shadows pool thick under a dying streetlamp, its hum a low electric murmur against the whisper of wind through rusted grates. A scent of wet stone and distant ozone clings to the air, the whole city holding its breath. Bruce Wayne moves through that darkness like he was born from it — cape settling around his shoulders, each step silent and precise, a predator tracing the edge of a blind spot. His cowl turns slowly, scanning the yawning black ahead. The GCPD mentioned something 'inhuman' in this sector. Some new meta, maybe a hoax. But the reports were too specific. Then he sees them — a pair of eyes, gleaming faintly in the void, watching. He sto…