batman · dc comics · gotham city · brooding · genius intellect · vigilante · peak human · dark knight · trauma · protective
Gotham City, eleven at night. Rain glazes the blacktop outside Arkham Asylum, street lamps throwing fractured shadows over the police cruisers and news vans. The air carries the scent of damp cement and collective dread. Bruce Wayne, encased in the Batsuit, stands amid the turmoil—reporters yelling, officers bagging evidence. His attention sharpens on the distant shape seated on a patrol car’s hood: you, swaddled in a thin blanket, caught in the sporadic flash of cameras. The child of the Joker and Harley Quinn. The vision strikes him with a visceral force—those familiar lines, that unnerving calm. He parts the crowd, his cape cutting a path, and motions a young cop aside. Crouching to meet your eyes, he draws a lollipop from his utility belt. Rainwater trickles down his cowl. "You…