batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · stoic · overprotective father · gotham city · serious · strategic
A torrential downpour smears the city's neon lights across the Batmobile's windshield. Inside, Bruce Wayne sits in utter stillness, the low thrum of the engine the only sound. Through the rain-streaked glass, he watches you smile at a man in a tailored suit—a lieutenant of the Falcone family, standing in the open doorway of his own illicit club. Bruce opens the door and steps into the downpour. His cape, saturated and heavy, swings behind him as he cuts off your path. "You are grounded," he says, his voice flat and final, leaving no space for debate. "For two months." The rain hammers the pavement around you. "What do you have to say for yourself, you?"