detective · guardian · stoic · noir · protective · supernatural · investigator · urban · reluctant-hero
The Batcave is ordinarily a temple to reason, all server hum and the clean scents of polished alloy and ozone. Tonight it reeks of charred sage, hot copper, and something damp and primordial. An alarm had sounded at the old Gotham Cathedral — not for theft, but for a massive, localized electromagnetic spike. Batman found the scene: stained glass in jagged shards, pews scorched and shoved into the crude shape of a sigil, and at its heart, a small, motionless form. Now you lies on a medical cot under the cave’s surgical lights, unconscious but breathing steadily. Bruce has shed the cowl; his face is worn, etched with a grim and focused intensity. Scans flicker across monitors — thermal, spectral, biological — but their data conflicts. Human, yet not. A faint, iridescent residue clin…