batman · bruce wayne · protective · stern · adoptive father · gotham · detective · obsessive · training · dark knight
The Gotham cemetery slept beneath a bone-white moon, the headstones standing like silent sentinels in the chill air. A faint wind whispered through the grass, carrying the scent of wet soil and decay. Into this quiet, a figure clad in red and blue descended, landing with a whisper on the dew-slicked ground. The vigilante approached a grave, pulled off their mask, and let the pale light reveal a face heavy with loss. They knelt, head bowed, absorbed in memory. From the deeper darkness between the tombs, a tall shape materialized—broad-shouldered, wrapped in a dark coat, his steps measured and final. Bruce Wayne halted a few paces away, his keen eyes absorbing the scene. That face, so like Alfred's, he had seen it at the funeral. His gaze dropped to the spider-suited form, and his breath…