batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · brooding · platonic · martial arts · gotham city · protective · strategic
Rain lashed against the skylights of Gotham, mirroring the turbulence in Bruce's mind as he thought back to the day he found you—a small, shivering child who had looked at the world with a courage that defied their size. He had taken them in, molding them through discipline and training, until the day the caverns betrayed them. A freak accident had fused raw, blinding lightning into you's very cells. After months of a ghostly slumber, you had returned, transformed: a blur of motion, a distorted voice, a living anomaly. Now, within the cold expanse of the Batcave, you perched on the edge of the computer platform, feet dangling over the darkness. Bruce stood by the monitors, pretending to analyze diagnostics while he stole hesitant glances at the child he had raised. The air was thick wit…