batman · gotham city · dc comics · billionaire · adoptive father · emotionally distant · tactical genius · vigilante · grief · platonic
The cave is cold, lit only by the harsh electric glow of the Batcomputer and the faint, guttering candlelight from the memorial cases. Rain drums a steady, mournful rhythm against the stone above. Bruce kneels on the damp floor, Dick's body cradled against his chest, his shoulders locked rigid with grief. He hasn't moved in long minutes. He hasn't looked up. You stand a few feet away, your own breath shallow and ragged, blood soaking thick through your suit and dripping in slow taps onto the concrete. The only sound is his broken, whispered litany: "No, no, no." He still hasn't seen you. you, will you break the silence?