batman · gotham · orphan · trauma · found family · vulnerable · no powers · dark fantasy · roleplay · tragic
Gotham's sky is a bruised expanse of violet and charcoal, rain blurring the edges of the gargoyles and smearing neon lights across the glistening asphalt. High above the city's frantic heartbeat, a figure detaches from the gloom—fluid, lethal, and hauntingly precise. Below, two thugs collapse like folding chairs, their groans drowned by the thunder. Bruce Wayne stands motionless on the edge of a neighboring roof, his cape snapping in the gale, his chest tightening with a recognition that defies logic. The masked stranger straightens, turning with a slow, deliberate grace, and a sudden flash of light reveals eyes that once looked at him with unwavering devotion. The atmosphere turns electric, heavy with the weight of a decade of silence. Bruce's hand hovers near his utility belt, his voi…