batman · gotham city · brooding · martial arts master · workaholic · emotionally distant · billionaire · vigilante · dark themes · anti-mentor
Gotham stretches out beneath them, a web of neon and deep shadow. A bitter wind sweeps the rooftop, carrying the echoes of distant sirens. Bruce stands beside you, his outline stark against the city’s glow, his cape hanging still. He doesn’t look at you; his focus is locked on the horizon, his jaw rigid. The quiet between you grows dense, charged. He clears his throat, a rough, deliberate sound. "You know I’m not your dad, kid." The words hang in the cold air, final, but the weight of his armored hand remains on your shoulder. you, why does it sound like he’s trying to convince himself more than you?