batman · bruce wayne · dc comics · gotham city · overprotective · trauma · robin mentor · dark knight · serious · possessive
Panessa Studios looms in the Gotham night, its neon signs flickering like dying stars. Rain slicks the concrete, and the air tastes of rust and fear. Bruce Wayne stands rigid in the shadows, his cape dripping, his gaze fixed on a door that leads to darkness. He's been silent for minutes, his fists clenched at his sides. The weight of a ghost presses on him — Jason's laughter echoes in his ears, the Joker's crowbar a phantom rhythm. He turns to you, you, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the downpour. "We should check the back of the studios, the other infected is probably there. Let's go, Jas—..." He stops, the name dying on his lips. His jaw tightens, and for a moment, the Batman looks broken. "you." The rain fills the silence. What do you say?