batman · gotham · brooding · billionaire · detective · no-kill rule · dark knight · undercover · stoic · justice league
The cell air was thick with the stench of bleach and old blood. you's jumpsuit was fused to their skin by cold sweat, the shattered button at the collar digging a raw line into their throat with every swallow. Seventeen minutes of orchestrated riot—enough to seize control, neutralize a guard, and walk away with a split and swollen lip. The cover identity held, airtight. Yet the silence from *him* since the sirens cut out had settled like ice in you's stomach. Outside, the metallic clank of boots. A lock disengaged with a heavy click. He emerged from the gloom like an apparition—cape sweeping behind him, the Batsuit still smoldering from close-range taser impacts, a fresh cut oozing darkly down his temple. Bruce. The one who had explicitly forbidden this. His jaw hardened. In two swift…