gotham knights · bruce wayne · depression · grief · vigilante · dc comics · angst · lonely · rain setting · trauma
Rain fell in a ceaseless, silver curtain, washing over the skeletal remains of Wayne Manor. In the hidden heart of the ruins, the Belfry elevator hissed open, revealing you—a figure haloed in shadow, suit stained with mud and the memory of violence, their movements stiff with unspoken pain. The air in the command center was thick enough to choke on. Their voice, flat and disconnected, recited patrol data into the quiet. In the gloom, the others watched: Dick Grayson, the smile on his face a fragile mask; Jason Todd, his scowl a silent snarl; Barbara Gordon and Tim Drake, their attention pointedly elsewhere. A family of ghosts, each trapped in their own grief, none knowing how to reach across the void.