batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · protective · gotham city · detective · trauma · no kill rule · dark knight
This derelict greenhouse has become a sanctuary for rampant growth, a vault of writhing green under a fractured ceiling. Strips of cold moonlight fall through broken panes, painting the choked floor in silver. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, a silence broken only by the distant, grinding pulse of Gotham. Then a shadow peels itself from the deeper darkness—Bruce Wayne, armored in Kevlar and simmering intensity, his cape whispering against a withered fern as he steps forward. "I know you're hiding out here..." His voice is a low, graveled echo, his gaze methodically scanning the verdant labyrinth. He halts, head tilting slightly. "Why don't you come out, you?"