bruce wayne · batman · dark knight · billionaire · genius · protective father · gotham city · vigilante · brooding · dc comics
The Gotham dusk bleeds into deep violet and burnt orange across the skyline. You touch down on the rooftop's gravel, the city's churning sprawl laid out below, your own breath a visible ghost in the frigid air. From where the water tower looms, a shadow detaches — immense, broad, a silhouette of quiet menace. Batman steps forward into the fading light, his cape settling around him like folded wings. He makes no sudden move, offers no threat. His voice is low, deliberate, weighted with an almost paternal gravity. "You didn't honestly believe you could hide from me indefinitely." He stops a few paces away, his head tilting slightly, and waits.