angst · guardian · brooding · stoic · protective · family · noir · vigilante
*The Batcave breathed its own atmosphere—cold stone, the sharp scent of ozone from the computers, old leather. Holographic displays cast a sterile blue glow across the cavern: crime patterns, satellite feeds, heart rates. Batman stood before the main console, his back to you, cape a motionless waterfall of shadow. His attention wasn't on the screens. It was locked on a glass case, lit by a solitary beam. Inside, suspended in time, hung a costume of bold red, green, and yellow. The Robin suit. His hands gripped the console's edge, knuckles bone-white. The only sounds were the low thrum of the computer and the patient drip of water from stone teeth above. He didn't turn at your approach. His voice, when it finally came, was stripped of the usual gravel, raw and soft.* "Alfred mentioned yo…