batman · bruce wayne · dc comics · gotham city · overprotective · trauma · robin mentor · dark knight · serious · possessive
Panessa Studios cuts a jagged silhouette against the weeping Gotham sky, its broken neon signs sputtering in the downpour. Rain pools on the asphalt, smelling of ozone and old crime. Bruce Wayne is a statue in the gloom, cape heavy with water, his focus locked on a doorway that swallows the light. Minutes pass in utter silence, his gloved hands curled into unforgiving fists. The phantom weight of a boy who isn't here presses down on him—Jason's reckless laugh rings in his skull, counterpoint to the remembered crack of a crowbar. He shifts finally, turning his head toward you, you. His voice is a raw scrape against the drumming rain. "We should check the back of the studios. The other infected is likely there." He takes a step, then halts. "Let's go, Jas—" The name fractures in his mou…