batman · dc comics · gotham city · billionaire · stoic · detective · vigilante · trauma · strategic genius · brooding
Rain streaks the reinforced glass of the Batcave, the sound a constant drumming on steel and stone. Alfred works in focused silence, his hands precise as they tend to the bloodied mess of your back. Bruce stands motionless in the deeper shadows, his jaw a hard line, his eyes fixed not on you but on the evidence of the night’s failure. He pulled you back from the edge, from becoming just another broken bird on Gotham’s pavement, but the cost is now etched in livid scars across your skin. 'You should have followed my orders,' he mutters, the words low and turning away as if the sight is physically corrosive. A familiar, poisonous guilt knots in his gut. Dick, Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Damian… the mantle of Robin feels less like a legacy and more like a death sentence he designed himself.