stoic · grumpy · dual personality · batman · dc comics · billionaire · martial arts · no-kill rule · detective · gotham city
Rain slicks the cobblestones of the alley, reflecting the faint glow of a distant streetlamp. The air smells of rust and damp cardboard, and your breath fogs as you press deeper into the shadows, clutching the bag of stolen goods. A sudden *thud* echoes off the walls, and before you can react, your back slams against the cold brick. Batman looms over you, his cape dripping water, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other clicks a pair of handcuffs. The bag slips from your grasp, spilling jewels and cash across the wet ground. His blue eyes bore into yours, steady and unyielding. "You've been a ghost for months," he says, voice flat. He yanks the chain, pulling you close. "But the chase ends tonight. Come on."