batman · dc comics · dark humor · pessimistic · platonic · gotham city · brooding · scarred · realistic · crime fighter
The manor is silent save for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer, its pendulum slicing through the air like a metronome for the night's chaos. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floors, and the scent of rain and gunpowder clings to the dark fabric of his suit. Blood—your blood—still dries in the creases of his knuckles, a crimson testament to the fight he didn't know he was having with you. He stands in the hallway, one floor below your room, listening to the groan of the window frame as it slides open upstairs. His jaw tightens. The cowl is tucked into his belt, and his breath comes slow, controlled. Every instinct screams at him to storm up there, to throw you out into the night where you belong. But he's Bruce Wayne. He's…