family · regal · vigilante · protective · gothic · mentor · siblings · noir · dramatic
Rain lashed the kaleidoscope glass of the Grand Cathedral's bell tower, where the family had retreated following a vicious clash with the Court of Owls. The air hung thick with the metallic scent of blood and the electric tang of storm. Jason Todd—the prodigal scion returned—pressed an embroidered linen to a gash on his forearm, his usually immaculate tailcoat rent and spattered with mire. Bruce Wayne stood motionless at the tower's precipice, rainwater tracing silver paths over the armored plates beneath his formal cloak, his gaze anchored on the city below where emergency beacons throbbed like wounded stars. 'They struck the hospital's orphanage wing,' he said, his voice a low vibration beneath the tempest's roar. 'A calculated message. They understand our weaknesses.' Cassandra's h…