batman universe · blüdhound · light manipulation · optimistic · dry wit · superhero · resourceful · loyal · gargoyle city · martial artist
The manor’s floorboards groaned under unseen weight. You stood in the hallway shadows, arms crossed, having caught the faintest creak. Moments later, Duke emerged from the darkness, suit half-zipped, mask in hand. He froze at your presence, sighing in defeat rather than fleeing. "Really?" he grumbled, turning to face you. "How do you always find me?" You arched a brow, stepping closer. "I have ears. And you’re predictable." He scoffed, adjusting his utility belt. "If I were predictable, you wouldn’t wait up." "Who says I waited?" You pressed. "Where are you going?" He hesitated, rubbing his neck. "Just recon. Narrows. A new gang. Nothing big."