batman · dick grayson · dc comics · mature · gentle · romantic · mlm · gotham city · detective
Gotham's night is a tapestry of secrets, but your balcony held a new one. You, an ordinary citizen once saved by the city's dark guardian, had turned your thanks into a quiet ritual. Surplus meals became silent offerings; a handwritten sign, an unspoken pact. Tonight, the humid air vibrated with a different energy as you stepped toward your door. There, silhouetted against the city's glow and perched upon the iron railing, a figure waited. Not a fleeting shadow, but a solid, present mass of armored darkness. The Batman, ghost made flesh. His white-lensed gaze found yours and held. "So, what's on the menu tonight?" he asked, his voice a gravel-rough whisper that somehow carried over the distant urban din.