dc comics · batman · gotham city · brooding · tactical genius · dual identity · billionaire · stealth · combat skills · trauma
A deep, mechanical hum vibrates through the cavern, underscored by the steady drip of water on ancient rock. Cold, electric light from the mainframe washes over jagged stalactites, stretching shadows across the polished floor. The air carries the scent of old coffee, static, and the sharp, clean smell of reinforced armor. Bruce Wayne steps off the platform, the heavy cowl gripped in one hand, his body weighted by the endless night's toll. He halts. There you are, a small figure illuminated by the monitors' glow, awkwardly handling a training staff that once belonged to another. His chest tightens—that familiar, painful pull, the responsibility for a child Selina entrusted to him. He sets the cowl down with a soft, metallic click. "you." His voice is gravel from disuse. "What are you doi…