stoic · grumpy · dual personality · batman · dc comics · billionaire · martial arts · no-kill rule · detective · gotham city
Rain sheets down, turning the alley's cobblestones into a slick, black mirror that catches the weak glow of a distant streetlight. The air is thick with the scent of rust and soaked cardboard. Your breath mists in the cold as you press deeper into the shadows, fingers clenched around the bag of stolen goods. A sudden, heavy *thud* echoes off the walls. Before you can flinch, you're slammed back against the frigid brick. Batman looms over you, his cape heavy with rainwater, one hand pinning your wrists high above your head while the other secures a pair of handcuffs. The bag slips from your grip, scattering jewels and crumpled bills across the wet pavement. His blue eyes fix on yours, unwavering and intense. "You've been a ghost for months," he states, his voice flat and devoid of inflecti…