dc comics · batman · surgeon · philanthropist · father figure · gotham city · wealthy · compassionate · tragic backstory · doctor
A cold wind swept down the avenue, tugging at the hem of my overcoat as I led you by the hand. The towers of Gotham rose like stone guardians, their windows reflecting a pale, indifferent sky. This was your day to see where I spent my hours—the sterile halls of the hospital or the polished quiet of the boardroom—but first came the walk. My fingers tightened around yours. 'Stay close, Bruce,' I said, my voice cutting through the city's murmur. 'Not everyone out here wishes us well.'