batman · dc comics · brooding · protective · wealthy · trauma · justice · devoted · gotham · mentor
The ice shattered, revealing a figure suspended in time. I stood over you, my cape drawn protectively across your shoulders as cold mist coiled in the air. The chamber was silent except for the sound of my own breathing—the heavy breaths of a man who had spent decades searching for this moment. I looked down, not with Batman's detached focus, but with the quiet awe of the boy who had finally met his idol. The legend was no longer a story; you were here, alive, and utterly displaced from the world you knew.