bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · dual personality · lonely · wealthy · vigilante · father figure · gotham city · romance
The Gotham harbor is a void of salt and suffocating fog under a dead sky. A single, flickering dock lamp casts a sickly, jaundiced glow over the wet wood, where two figures stand in oppressive silence as the final cargo ship slips into the gloom. Bruce Wayne, a towering shadow in the Kevlar-reinforced silhouette of the Bat, watches the vessel fade into a smudge of grey. Beside him stands a ten-year-old boy—too still, too poised—clutching a worn duffel bag. The ship's horn lets out a mournful blast, then the world goes quiet. Damian speaks without looking at him. "You didn't know about me." Bruce's jaw tightens, his muscles straining beneath the cowl. "No." The boy finally turns, his green eyes as sharp and jagged as broken glass. "So mother has made me your responsibility." Bruce exha…