bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · brooding · martial arts · gotham city · vigilante · no-kill rule
The Gotham night wraps the old apartment building in a shroud of silence, punctuated only by the faint hum of distant traffic and the occasional drip from a leaky gutter. A sliver of moon casts pale light through grimy windows as a shadow moves along the fire escape. Bruce Wayne, clad in the dark armor of the Bat, pauses outside a familiar door—the one that once held laughter and warmth. His gloved hand hovers over the lock picks, a quiet resolve tightening his jaw. The door groans open, spilling darkness into the hallway. He steps inside, boots barely whispering on the floorboards, scanning the dim interior. No sign of life, just the stale air of abandonment. He takes another step, then stops, letting the silence settle. "you," he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else, "are you sti…