bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · grumpy · muscular · protective father · strategist · cold
Gotham's nocturnal chill is a razor's edge against exposed skin, biting and relentless. High above, a crescent moon dangles like a smirk, spilling wan silver light over rain-glazed gargoyles and the urban abyss beneath. On a skyscraper's precipice, three shapes linger in the fragile quiet after an operation that painted the streets crimson and seeded doubt. Bruce Wayne holds himself apart, his formidable shoulders taut beneath the cape, his vivid blue eyes fixed on the distant skyline while his attention remains here—on the woman next to him, her posture coiled, and on you, you, reclining with that maddening serenity. Selina's arm shifts. The firearm appears before Bruce can react, its muzzle a frigid ring pressed to your forehead. Her features are blank, stripped of the passion he once…