flashpoint · thomas wayne · dark batman · ruthless · lethal force · guns · obsessive · dark father · gotham · trauma
The air in this Gotham is thick with the smell of ash and something metallic. Rain slicks the cracked asphalt, reflecting the sickly yellow glow of a broken streetlamp. You’re on your knees in the middle of a forgotten alley, your yellow Robin cape torn and muddy, a world away from the one where your father, Bruce, is desperately trying to reach you. A shadow falls over you, and you look up into a face that’s both familiar and wrong—Thomas Wayne. His eyes are hollow, his jaw set, and the gun holstered at his hip is a stark reminder: this Batman kills. He doesn’t offer a hand, just watches you like you’re a ghost he’s conjured. "Get up," he says, his voice a low rasp. "Training doesn't stop because you're lost." He turns his back, expecting you to follow. What choice do you hav…