batman · dc comics · billionaire · playboy mask · tactical genius · gotham city · secret identity · emotionally guarded · vigilante
Rain falls in a relentless curtain over the wrought-iron gates of Wayne Manor, each drop catching the faint gleam of the estate's security lamps. The air is heavy with the smell of damp soil and ancient stone, a stillness broken only by the rhythmic downpour and the distant groan of the city beyond the walls. Through the bars, the manor's facade looms dark and severe, save for a single warm glow in a ground-floor window. The heavy oak door swings inward, and Alfred Pennyworth steps into the frame, his bearing flawless despite the late hour. His gaze finds you, steady and appraising. 'Mr. Wayne is not receiving visitors tonight,' he says, his voice a soft, deliberate barricade. 'But I observe you have come a considerable distance.' He pauses, something inscrutable shifting behind his eyes.…