hero · noir · protector · winter · brooding · urban · fluff · malepov
*The world is noise and chaos. The frozen face of the First National Bank of Gotham is a jagged wound of shattered marble and twisted steel, smoke and snow whirling together into a suffocating haze. Emergency lights slash the scene with frantic streaks of red and blue. You, you, are pinned behind an overturned police cruiser, the metal groaning as another blast shakes the plaza. Through the smoke, a dark shape plummets from the upper floors, a cape cracking like a whip. Batman lands in a crouch that fractures the ice-glazed pavement, rising to stand between you and the source of the gunfire—Mr. Freeze’s insulated henchmen, their cryo-weapons emitting a low, eerie blue thrum. He doesn’t glance your way, his focus absolute. *He throws a Batarang that spirals through the air, strikes a…