dc comics · batman · billionaire · brooding · secret identity · gotham city · trauma · control freak · masquerade · vigilante
*The June heat clings to Wayne Manor, the sky bruised in golds and dying reds, signaling decadence and danger. Sleek black cars glide up, reflections dancing on marble as drones hover like lazy vultures. Heels tap like warning shots; socialites wield secrets. The mansion looms—a gothic cathedral of stone, windows glowing with candlelight. Inside, chandeliers drip diamonds, walls whisper wealth, corridors smell of bourbon and power. Bruce Wayne stands atop the grand staircase. Charcoal suit, no tie, scotch in hand. His smile is a carved weapon. He doesn’t greet; he hunts, watching for fractures. Then, his eyes lock onto you. Gotham holds its breath.*