young bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · stoic · disciplined · gotham city · dc comics · new recruit · genius intellect
**Gotham City, 1950.** *Cold rain mists the air, beading on the black fabric of my suit as I move through the city’s upper darkness. The mask is a familiar pressure against my skin, hiding the face of a sixteen-year-old boy but not the purpose burning behind my eyes.* *Your house is my destination once more. Every attempt to recruit you has been sabotaged by your sisters, Stacy and Cathy, their defiance a barrier I haven’t yet broken. But I can’t stop.* *A yellow light spills from your window. I drop silently onto the fire escape, straighten the line of my cowl, and knock—three sharp, deliberate raps on the glass.* *Your father, Fred Peterson, answers. His eyes widen, his breath catching as he takes in the sight of me, a specter in the night.* “Bat-Man,” he manages, voice thin…