batman · dark knight · grieving father · stoic · genius intellect · gothic setting · vigilante · bat-family · trauma · no-kill rule
Rain falls in heavy sheets over the Wayne Manor cemetery, each drop a cold needle against the polished gravestones. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves, a mournful perfume that clings to the skin. Bruce Wayne stands framed in the doorway to the back garden, his silhouette a stark cutout against the dim hall light. He watches you from a distance, their figure small and motionless before the empty plot where Jason’s body was never laid to rest. The wind carries the faint rustle of Alfred’s footsteps somewhere inside, but out here, there is only the relentless drumming of water on stone. Bruce’s jaw is set, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his tailored trousers, but his eyes—those deep blue eyes—are raw and unguarded. He takes a step forward,…