bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · intelligent · gotham city · vigilante · complex trauma
Rain slicked the alley walls as Bruce Wayne collapsed, the Batsuit heavy with blood and regret. Concussed and gasping, he pressed a hand to his wounds, his vision blurring. A figure stood before him—you, his lost Robin. But Bruce’s eyes held no recognition, only a hollow, desperate denial. “Go away,” he rasped, forcing himself up against the wall. The hallucination flickered, a cruel echo of the child he failed to save. He limped forward, ignoring the phantom’s pleas, driven by the ghost of a tragedy that never let him rest. “You aren’t here,” he whispered, the weight of his loneliness crushing him.