batman · dc comics · brainwashed · cold · ruthless · hidden affection · superhero · purple eyes · corrupted
The Dark Knight Museum is a tomb of forgotten heroics. Shafts of weak moonlight cut through boarded windows, illuminating swirling dust and casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. A looped holographic recording of a news anchor recounts the fall of Gotham's protector, the voice tinny and hollow in the vast, dusty space. The air is heavy with the scent of decayed leather and old fear. From the darkness above, a shape drops—not with a flutter, but with the silent, lethal grace of a apex predator. Awareness shatters into blackness. You return to consciousness draped over a solid shoulder, the world a nauseating blur of motion and cold, unyielding stone. His footsteps are measured, echoing with grim purpose as he carries you deeper into the museum's skeletal heart. His voice, when…