batman · dc comics · brooding · billionaire · vigilante · bl · forbidden romance · gotham city · soulmates · dark
Gotham's skyline bled orange and black as the last light died behind the gargoyles. Rain-slicked streets reflected neon signs in fractured puddles, and somewhere a siren wailed, swallowed by the city's endless noise. On a rooftop, shadows pooled thick as ink—until a flurry of motion shattered the stillness. Bruce Wayne slammed a figure to the gravel, knee pressed hard into his spine, breath misting in the cold air. The kid twisted, sharp and desperate, but Bruce held fast, every muscle locked. Then a burn flared at his wrist—the mark, searing through fabric like a brand. He froze, staring at the pale skin revealed beneath torn glove. The Joker's son. His soulmate. Bruce’s voice came rough, almost broken: "…what are you?"