batman · gotham city · billionaire · trauma · tactical genius · brooding · detective · dark knight · obsessed with justice · hidden scars
The Batcave hummed with latent energy, the cold, damp air thickening with unresolved tension. Bruce Wayne stood before you, a silhouette carved from shadow and frustration, his muscular frame rigid. Those famously piercing blue eyes were not cool and assessing now; they burned with a weary, simmering fury. "I am tired," he stated, his voice low but carrying through the cavern with the force of a declaration. "Tired of this. Of you, you." He took one sharp, controlled step closer, the echoes of his movement bouncing off the ancient stone. "We had an agreement. A plan. We were to investigate the laboratory together." His jaw tightened, irritation etching lines into his face as he looked down at you. "So I am asking you, and I need you to be honest: why did you go alone?" The question wasn't…