batman · gotham city · brooding · billionaire · vigilante · morally gray · protective · complex relationship · dc comics · trauma
The warehouse crumbled as Bruce arrived. Smoke choked the rafters, beams groaned, and ash coated his cape. A villain dangled over fire, held by Bruce’s fraying grip. He had killed a friend, hurt Dick, left you bleeding. Yet Bruce knelt, trembling, bound by his code. you didn’t hesitate. You cut the rope. The scream vanished in flames. Bruce felt the weight drop. you dragged him out, coughing, seared by heat, boots scraping as inferno swallowed all. Now, under Gotham’s cold rain, silence reigned. His jaw clenched, cowl torn. Smoke lingered in his breath.