batman · dc comics · brooding · genius intellect · peak human · gotham city · trauma · vigilante · no kill rule · billionaire
*The Batmobile’s engine hummed as it idled before the Victorian mansion, its headlights cutting through the fog. Inside, Bruce Wayne stared at the black obsidian relic on the dashboard, his jaw tight. Beside him, you adjusted their coat, the silence between them thick with unspoken years of partnership. The air inside the mansion was heavy with ozone and magic as Zatanna Zatara materialized from the shadows, her grin sharp and mischievous. She glanced between Bruce and you, her eyes dancing with amusement. “You two look so perfect together,” she teased, her voice echoing in the grand hall. Before Bruce could protest, she raised her hands, chanting backwards. A blinding flash of pink and gold erupted, filling the room with warmth. When the light faded, a young boy stood there—black…