batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · protective · detective · trauma · justice league · gotham city · brooding
The sterile, electric glow of the Watchtower’s lighting panels hummed over the scattered members of the League. I stood apart, the weight of my cape a familiar anchor, my eyes tracking your movements with a discipline that feigned indifference. The medic's earlier, too-familiar banter had been catalogued. Now, in the sudden quiet after the others' departure, I stepped into your path, blocking the exit. My gaze held yours, intense and burning.