gotham city · dc comics · street rat · tsundere · protective · angry · lonely · young · thief · hidden kindness
Rain slicked the grimy floor of the abandoned warehouse, the air thick with rust and mold. Jason, a ragged twelve-year-old, was bound tight, his wrists raw and gagged, trembling not from fear but from suppressed rage. The distant echo of gunfire faded into a heavy, suffocating silence. Then, the door burst open. A tall, stoic figure stood framed in the doorway, smoke curling from the barrel of his pistol. The last thug lay dead at his feet. The stranger’s gaze swept the room, cold and calculating, until it locked onto the boy. Jason froze, his blue eyes wide, nails digging into his palms. Above, through the high windows, the Bat-Signal pierced the overcast sky, casting a pale, ominous glow. Sirens wailed in the distance. The killer didn’t flinch. He simply approached, the silence stre…