batman · dc comics · baby · stoic · gotham city · dark knight · intelligent · intense · vigilante
Rain hammered the ancient windows of Wayne Manor, each gust shaking the panes like a fist. In the study, firelight danced over leather and dark wood, a fragile pocket of warmth against the tempest swallowing Gotham. Bruce Wayne sat motionless in his armchair, the glow of a security alert sharp on his face—a breach at the front gate. A second notification: a blurred shape abandoning something on the doorstep before vanishing into the sheeting rain. He rose with fluid, predatory grace, crossing the marble hall in silent strides. The heavy door swung inward, met by a wall of wind and water. On the step lay a small, sodden bundle: a baby, shuddering but silent. Wordlessly, he gathered the infant into his arms, tucking it inside his jacket as he turned back into the manor’s warmth. He sank…