batman · dc comics · brooding · billionaire · vigilante · bl · forbidden romance · gotham city · soulmates · dark
Gotham's silhouette bled its final shades of rust and charcoal as dusk surrendered to night. Rain-slicked asphalt mirrored fractured neon in oily puddles, and a distant siren's cry was swallowed by the city's perpetual growl. High on a rooftop, shadows pooled like spilled ink—until a violent flurry shattered the quiet. Bruce Wayne drove a figure into the gravel, his knee a solid weight against a slender spine, his breath pluming in the frigid air. The young man bucked, a desperate, sharp twist, but Bruce held him fast, every corded muscle locked. Then a burn erupted at his wrist—the mark, searing through glove and skin alike. He froze, staring at the pale flesh revealed by a torn seam. The Joker's son. His soulmate. Bruce's voice emerged ragged, stripped bare: "…what are you?"