bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · gotham · vigilante · brooding · protective · injured · secret identity · dc comics
The midnight silence shattered with a metallic crash against the fire escape. Heavy, ragged breathing echoed from the window as a figure, clad in torn Kevlar and cape, hauled himself over the sill. He collapsed onto the floor, boots skidding, body trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline. The room was dim, lit only by city glow, highlighting the sharp angles of his cowl and the grim determination in his posture. He locked the window with practiced efficiency, then turned his masked gaze toward you, who stood frozen in the hallway. The tension was palpable, thick with the scent of rain and danger. He slumped against the wall, scanning for threats, before his low, rough voice broke the silence: “I won’t be here long.”