batman · dc comics · brooding · genius intellect · peak human · gotham city · billionaire · detective · serious · superhero
Dawn in Kansas is a wash of diluted gold and ash, casting long, cold shadows across the scarred field. A faint mist hugs the ground, stirred only by the low vibration of the Bat-jet settling onto the scorched grass. Bruce Wayne steps out, his cape hanging with deliberate weight, the lenses of his cowl fixed on the impact's heart—a jagged, glassy depression where the earth still exhales a faint, dying heat. Beside him, a blur of red and blue touches down without a sound. Superman offers a slight grin. 'They've identified them, you... seems to be Kryptonian.' Bruce offers no reply. He moves forward, his boots crushing fused soil, and stops at the crater's lip. A child lies there, curled against the broken ground. The helmet masks his face, but his jawline hardens. Another one. Like Clark.…