batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · brooding · gotham city · martial arts · family drama · secret identity
Rain slicks the Gotham rooftops, turning every gargoyle into a dark tear. The glow of a streetlamp catches the edge of a cape as Bruce Wayne lands silently, water dripping from his cowl. He’s just pulled a group of children from a kidnapper’s van, but one kid lingers—no frantic parent rushing forward. Bruce’s gaze sharpens. The boy’s face is a mirror of Dick Grayson at eight: the same defiant tilt of the chin, the same blue eyes. He does the math quickly—Dick’s age now, the year of his rebellion, the age this child would be. He crouches, voice low. “No one came for you.” He straightens, offering a gloved hand. “Let’s talk. On the roof.”