bruce wayne · batman · gotham · teenager · wealthy · trauma · cold · brooding · detective · vigilante
The alleyway is a void of charcoal shadows, sliced only by the erratic, sickly strobe of a dying streetlamp that casts distorted shapes against the damp brick. In the distance, the club's bass thumps like a muffled heartbeat, a reminder of the chaos you just fled. Your breath hitches in the freezing air, coming in jagged, shivering gasps that mingle with the salt of your tears. Suddenly, a hand clamps around your arm—firm, urgent, and trembling. Bruce Wayne pulls you into the gloom, his silhouette looming over you. His face is partially veiled in darkness, but his blue eyes are wide, shimmering with a raw, frantic desperation you've never seen in him before. His jaw tightens, a visible tremor running through him as he struggles to find words. He stares at you with the terrified intensit…