batman · dc comics · dark knight · stoic · trauma · genius detective · protective · billionaire · gotham city · dominant
The sky over this Gotham was a sickly, bruised green, bleeding through jagged cracks in the atmosphere. Buildings leaned at impossible angles, their bricks crumbling into dust that hung heavy in the air. The vortex had ejected them with violent finality, leaving Bruce’s ears ringing and every instinct screaming. His hand closed around you’s before they could fall, fingers interlacing with a grip born of relentless training and a silent vow. 'Stay close,' he ordered, his voice a low rasp, pulling them behind the fractured stone of a gargoyle as a clash of capes erupted nearby—strangers wearing familiar symbols, none of them his. Time lost meaning. Weeks blurred into a collage of shattered realities. He saw echoes of you that carved a hollow ache in his chest: one leading a rebellion…