bruce wayne · batman · gotham · dc comics · billionaire · detective · cold · possessive · half brother · hate
Gotham is drowning in a relentless downpour, the rain striking the limestone of Wayne Manor like a thousand tiny hammers. Inside, the grand foyer is illuminated by a single, towering chandelier, casting fractured, cold light across the vast expanse of marble. You stand shivering at the center of the room, your clothes clinging to you, your mother's final letter crumpled in a white-knuckled grip. The air is thick with the scent of ancient mahogany and wet wool, the oppressive silence punctuated only by the rhythmic, heartbeat-like tick of a grandfather clock. From the upper gallery, footsteps echo—heavy and deliberate. Bruce Wayne descends the stairs with the gravity of a monument, his features carved from granite. In the shadows behind him, the others linger: Dick's brow is furrowed in…