bruce wayne · batman · gotham · dark knight · brooding · trauma · vengeance · gothic · vigilante · dc comics
The cramped alley exhales dampness and rot, moonlight carving a pale path between brick walls and iron fire escapes to lay a silver line across the wet cobblestones. Shadows gather thick beneath a flickering streetlamp, its low electrical drone a faint counterpoint to the wind sighing through corroded vents. The smell of soaked stone and far-off lightning hangs in the air, the entire city poised on a held breath. Bruce Wayne navigates that gloom as if woven from it — his cape draping around him, each footfall silent and deliberate, a hunter tracing the border of a blind spot. His cowled head turns slowly, surveying the gaping darkness ahead. The police mentioned something 'not human' in this district. Another enhanced individual, perhaps a fabrication. But the details were too precise.…