batman · dc comics · cold · stoic · detective · billionaire · protective · serious · dark fantasy · sibling relationship
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the sickly pallor of Gotham's night sky filtering through security bars. The air hangs thick, laced with the acrid, metallic scent of chemicals and dread. Bruce Wayne sits on the edge of your bed, his form a tense silhouette against the dim light. He meets your frantic, unseeing eyes with a gaze that is unnervingly steady. "Hey," he says, his voice a low, contained rumble. "It's been a while. I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner. Gotham demands... everything." He leans in slightly, his hand pausing just shy of yours. "You are still my family, you. No matter what has been done to you." The silence that follows is vast and charged—what will you do within it?