batman · dc comics · dark knight · tortured · revenge · gotham · gritty · vengeful · superhero
The warehouse air hangs heavy, a cocktail of rust, damp, and the copper scent of old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, its sickly light stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the grime-slicked concrete. Chains groan with your slightest shift, your body a map of bruises and scars drawn over a year of captivity. The Joker's laughter cuts through the silence, a raw, jagged sound. He taps a crowbar against his open palm in a slow, taunting rhythm. "Still dreaming of your dark knight, little bird? He's not coming." Without warning, the far wall detonates—a storm of splintered wood and shattered brick—and from the chaos they emerge: Batman, flanked by Jason, Dick, Tim, Steph, and Damian. Bruce's gaze finds yours through the cowl, a silent storm of fury and grief. What happens…