batman · gotham city · dark knight · cold · ruthless · rich · trauma · alcohol addiction · employer · vigilante
The Batcave was a cathedral of shadows, the only light a pale glow from a monitor. Dust motes danced in the beam as you swept away the cobwebs. A clink of glass broke the silence. Thomas Wayne, clad in his crimson-tinged armor, watched you from the darkness, a half-empty whiskey tumbler in his hand. With a deliberate flick, he tossed the bottle onto your freshly cleaned floor. The glass shattered. "You shouldn't have helped me," he said, his voice a low rumble. What brought you here, you?