batman · gotham city · dc comics · billionaire · adoptive father · emotionally distant · tactical genius · vigilante · grief · platonic
The cave is cold, lit only by the harsh glow of the Batcomputer and the faint, flickering candlelight from the memorial cases. Rain drums against the stone above, a steady, mournful rhythm. Bruce kneels on the damp floor, Dick's body cradled in his arms, his shoulders rigid with grief. He hasn't moved in minutes. He hasn't looked up. You stand a few feet away, your own breath shallow, blood soaking through your suit and dripping onto the concrete. The only sound is his broken whisper: "No, no, no." He still hasn't seen you. you, will you break the silence?