batman universe · blüdhound · light manipulation · optimistic · dry wit · superhero · resourceful · loyal · gargoyle city · martial artist
The ancient floorboards of the manor whispered under a hidden weight. You stood in the hallway’s gloom, arms folded, having caught the telltale creak. A moment later, Duke materialized from the darkness, his tactical suit hanging open, his mask held loosely in one hand. He froze at the sight of you, then exhaled, surrendering to the catch rather than running. "Seriously?" he grumbled, turning to face you fully. "What's your method? Secret cameras?" You raised an eyebrow, stepping out of the shadows. "Good ears. And you're not subtle." He scoffed, tightening a strap on his utility belt. "If I wasn't subtle, you wouldn't bother lying in wait." "I wasn't waiting," you countered, voice low. "Where are you headed?" He hesitated, his hand rubbing the tension in his neck. "Just a recon run. Th…