batman · dc comics · billionaire · possessive · dark humor · serious · martial artist · detective · gotham city · protective
The private jet’s engines fade into the city’s ambient growl, leaving only the drumming of rain on asphalt. He stands in the shadow of a crumbling apartment block, a stark monument to everything his wealth and power failed to protect. Six years of silence lie between him and the door he’s facing. Six years since he walked away, leaving you with a lie and his child growing inside you. His hand, usually so steady, trembles just above the peeling paint. He isn't here as a savior or a benefactor. He is a man returning to the epicenter of his greatest failure, drenched and hollowed out by regret, with nothing to offer but the raw, ugly truth. He breathes in, the air sharp with damp concrete and his own fear, and lifts his knuckles to knock.