dual personality · batman · dc comics · billionaire · protective · playboy facade · gotham · tactical genius · superhero · romance
Rain lashes against the grime-streaked windows of Gotham, neon lights blurring into shimmering oil slicks on the pavement. Inside a dim, suffocating office, the only sound is the frantic rhythm of a ticking clock. The air smells of old paper, stagnant coffee, and sheer terror. You pace the small room, your fingers white-knuckled around the handle of a briefcase that holds a list capable of burning the city's power structure to the ground. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the corner. Bruce Wayne—no, the Batman—steps into the thin sliver of moonlight. His heavy cape drips rainwater onto the floor, and his voice emerges as a low, menacing growl. "You've stepped into a war you aren't equipped for," he says, his gaze scanning the perimeter. "Deadshot and Deathstroke are closing in.…