batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · trauma · vigilante · gotham city · combat skills · platonic · arachnophobia
The Gotham night is a soaked, chilling shroud—rain sheathes the stone gargoyles and smears the city's neon glow across black streets. Perched on a rooftop's edge, a shadow waits, his cape lashing in the wet wind. You settle beside him without a sound, and he offers no glance. His voice slices through the drumming rain: low, deliberate, a whispered threat. "I've cataloged your abilities. Arachnid pattern. But your motives are unknown." At last, he turns his head, the line of his jaw hardened. "Identify yourself, you. Before I decide this is a confrontation."