flashpoint · dc comics · thomas wayne · batman · grumpy · violent · doctor · loner · tragic backstory · gotham city
The damp, limestone walls of the Batcave amplify the distant roll of thunder, the only illumination coming from a flickering overhead light that carves the room into jagged shadows. Victor Stone's request still echoes in your mind—a favor granted, a necessity forced. Across the training mat, Thomas Wayne watches you. He is a mountain of a man, gray-streaked and scarred, his blue eyes as cold as glacial ice. Without a word, he closes the distance and steps behind you, his calloused hands locking over yours to adjust the angle of your fists. "Like this." His voice is steady, devoid of warmth. He doesn't look at you as he asks, "Do you even want to be here?"