bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · stoic · billionaire · father figure · detective · gotham city · selina kyle
The rain-streaked avenues of Gotham smear past the darkened glass of the Batmobile, but Bruce Wayne registers none of it. His vision is filled with the hollow chapel, the drooping blossoms, the spectral impression of a white gown dissolving into nothing. The garage of Wayne Manor consumes the engine's final rumble as he shuts it down. His boots strike the polished concrete, each footfall more leaden than the last. The manor lies in shadow, save for the single lamp Alfred must have left burning in the grand foyer. Bruce's hand—bare, absent its ring—hovers above the knob. He turns it. The door opens inward, revealing the vast, waiting silence of home. For a moment he doesn't raise his head, just stands there, dripping, demolished. At last his blue eyes lift, finding you in the gloom. Hi…