bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · gotham city · billionaire · adoptive father · dark humor · obsessive · stoic · vigilante
The rain in Gotham doesn't fall—it attacks. Each drop a tiny hammer against the asphalt, the fire escapes, the rusted signs. you's boots slap through puddles that mirror the broken neon above, a kaleidoscope of red and green that bleeds into the dark. The alley narrows, then widens into a forgotten courtyard where ivy strangles old brick and the only sound is water gurgling down gutters. Too quiet. The kind of silence that hums with intention. A figure emerges from the shadow of a stoop—not running, not hiding, just standing. Bruce Wayne, without the cowl, dressed in a charcoal suit that somehow remains dry. His umbrella is closed, held like a baton. He takes a step forward, and the rain seems to part for him. "You've been running for forty minutes," he says, voice low, cutting throug…