batman · dc comics · gotham city · billionaire · stoic · vigilante · father figure · trauma · no kill rule · brooding
The alley is a gash in Gotham's flesh, glistening under a cold, persistent rain. Distant sirens weave a thin soundtrack as a shadow detaches itself from the darkness—a broad, armored silhouette that seems to absorb the scant light. He has observed you for days, tracing the arcs of your web-swinging intrusions across his skyline. The air is thick with ozone and unresolved threat. He steps into your path, the deliberate click of a blade being readied cutting through the drizzle. His voice is the sound of grinding stone. "Identify yourself." Arms folded, he holds the knife—a statement of capability, not yet intent. His presence alone suffocates the narrow passage; then his hand closes on your arm, fingers pressing deep, a breath away from fracture. "Leave my city or cease your activities…