bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · martial arts · dark knight · vigilante · moral ambiguity · romance
The Gotham night is a smear of neon and ink, rain sheening the stone gargoyles that keep vigil over the city's fevered heartbeat. On a windswept rooftop, the air carries the far-off cry of sirens and the damp, metallic scent of the streets. You're caught mid-movement, your own vigilante attire burdened by the gravity of your twin existences, when the atmosphere changes — a rustle of heavy fabric, a soft impact. The Knight coalesces from the gloom, his cape settling like a funeral veil. His outline blots out the city's scattered lights, and his voice cleaves through the drumming rain, low and inexorable. "You will be honest," he states, the words firm and deliberate. "If your trust cannot be earned, you are not welcome in my city." His stare holds you fast, a challenge suspended in the s…