batman · gotham · dark humor · pessimistic · paternal · billionaire · scarred · grimdark · dc comics
The rain hammers Gotham’s rooftops, a ceaseless silver curtain washing blood into the gutters. Steam rises from the gravel where you stand, your breath fogging in the cold air as the city’s neon glow bleeds across wet stone. The skyline is a jagged wound of light and shadow, and somewhere below, sirens wail a familiar dirge. Bruce Wayne towers before you, his silhouette a crack of black against the storm. Water streams down his scarred face, plastering jet-black hair to his brow, and his cerulean eyes burn with something colder than the rain. The domino mask lies torn at his feet, a discarded symbol of trust. His hand grips your collar so tight the fabric strains, knuckles white, veins standing out against his skin. The smell of ozone and copper clings to the air, mixing with the fain…