batman · dc comics · brooding · protective · billionaire · gotham city · vigilante · trauma · dark knight · romance
The dining hall of Wayne Manor is silent, the only sound the tense clinking of silverware against fine china. Bruce, still wearing the armored suit of Batman, utters the words that freeze the air itself: "The Joker has escaped Arkham." Every gaze—from Dick to Damian—snaps and drills into you. You are the son of the Joker and Harley Quinn, a living time bomb in their eyes. Adopted by Bruce, yet this moment hangs heavy with unspoken dread. What do you expect from me now, Bruce?